This whole discussion seems to have gotten you overly worked-up, particularly the guilt that falls on women who pay to have their babies killed. Does it hit too close to home, perhaps? I can’t imagine any other reason why you’d be pulling out every slander in the book - and even that goofy exorcism shtick.
You are a very dark, sad person. You should accept salvation. Then you might begin to see sinners from God's perspective.
I racked up so much sin before I accepted Christ, I do not have the authority to condemn others. I do, however, point out loutish behavior, such as yours.
Luke 15:1-10
Now the tax collectors and sinners were all gathering around to hear Jesus. But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”
Sounds like you, Leary baby!
Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.
“Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”
When a sinner repents, even if it is a woman who has aborted her baby, heaven rejoices. Unfortunately, your soul seems so dark and twisted that this parable is lost on you.
Like Jonah, you don't seem to want the sinners to repent. Why do you seek to steal souls from God? Obviously, leading sinners to repentance goes against the nature of your master. Satan is called "the accuser." You certainly serve him well.
Does your glee over murdered children and destroyed lives really lift you up in your own eyes. I don't want to imagine your fate at the throne of judgment...
After a particularly ugly divorce, I found myself as a single serviceman in Europe. Finally free to do things I enjoyed; I picked up my guitar, played reasonably well and had a talent for "working the crowd." I played every open mike and group jam I found. Soon, I received many offers for paying gigs in bars and private parties. In a few months, I couldn't buy my own drink, anywhere. At parties, everyone wanted to drink a shot with me. I had my choice of women and the parties seemed to never end. I actually had a few married women proposition me in front of their husbands, with their husbands encouragement! I turned them down; married women were off limits, regardless of their husbands permission.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't exactly some noble character. I had no problem with having fun with several different single ladies in the same week or even the same night. But gee, I was such a great guy and everybody "loved" me. That must have been why I felt so miserable.
Before you gloat and bluster, I took precautions long before those days. Neither my ex nor I wanted children so I made sure I wouldn't sire any. I left no aborted babies behind.
I lived this way for several years before I realized the emptiness of this life. Sure, it was "fun." Satan doesn't snare many with misery. That's where you, Lear, are an exception. Misery seems to be the cherry on your ice cream sunday. Clearly, you are addicted to the misery and pain of others. For the rest of us, most sins are a pale imitation of God's gifts to us. Their great for a temporary rush, but you're left feeling hungrier than before.
I sat alone in my apartment with the doorbell turned off and the phone unplugged. I shook my fist at God and demanded that, if he really existed and he really cared about me, that he make himself known. That led to one helluva wild ride!
After several months of wrestling with the Holy Spirit, I finally prayed the believer's prayer. In spite of my repentance, I still suffered consequences from my past behavior. I met a lady who struggled with her own demons and we married. I fell into old habits and flirted, especially when I was working as a DJ. My behavior aggravated her fears. We both had to experience a long, painful growth as Christians before we overcame our problems.
But our pain was nothing. I shudder when I witness the pain of repentant women who have aborted their children. The torture you would perform is a cakewalk compared with what they do to themselves.
So alright, Chuckles. Take your best shot. I was the most wretched son of hell. Every day, I thank my Blessed Redeemer for delivering me. I've seen what Satan offers and I repented. As a result, I refuse to condemn these women. Instead, I pay out of my own pocket to give them an alternative to making huge mistakes.
What have you got beyond your perverse joy of ruined lives? What have you done other than point your petty little finger at some admittedly incredibly foolish girls? If you would serve Jesus, what would he have you do concerning these women?
There was a celebration in heaven when I accepted Christ. What happened when the devil got his claws in you; did he rip a big wet fart?
Oh, and re - I can’t imagine any other reason why you’d be pulling out every slander in the book - and even that goofy exorcism shtick.
When you throw a brick into a pack of dogs, the one that yelps is the one you hit. I think I hit the smallest dog right between the eyes.
;-)