Posted on 08/22/2003 10:03:21 AM PDT by Keyes2000mt
Peter Bartlett looked through the scope of his rifle. He saw Dr. David Welch walking around his living room.
"Come on, just a few more feet."
Welch needed to walk into the center of his living room for Bartlett to get off a good shot from his position across the street in the house he'd broken into. Ever since he'd gotten wind that Welch's neighbor would be moving out, he'd been carefully planning the murder of the abortionist. He had the perfect angle; he just needed Welch to make his move.
Welch stepped into the living room and it was the last step he would take. Bartlett fired , the bullet went out the open window of the vacant house through Welch's window and right into its target. Bartlett smiled as he looked through the scope. He had made a clean hit. Blood was gushing out of the wound in Welch's chest. Welch tried to get up, but collapsed to the floor.
Bartlett ran downstairs and jumped in his car. He knew he needed to get away quickly. Welch was divorced and lived alone, but the sound of breaking glass and bullets firing would attract attention. He turned out of the driveway, happy at his success but fearful of being caught.
The murder of Welch was the first of his planned acts against abortionists. He planned to disappear in the mountains of Nevada for a few weeks. Then, using the explosives he had in the back of his car, he would wreak havoc on Los Angeles' abortion clinics.
He got out of town without a problem. As he drove through Southern Idaho, on his way to Nevada, it began to rain heavily. A few minutes into the rain he saw a truck coming towards him. He turned quickly to avoid the truck but his car hydroplaned and flipped over the guard rail. It rolled over several times before the explosives in his trunk were ignited and the car burst into flames.
* * *
Bartlett found himself standing in a white room with green carpet. It was a cold, quiet place. All of a sudden a bright light shined in Bartlett's eyes and he fell to his knees.
"My Lord and God," said Bartlett.
"If I was your Lord, you would have obeyed me," replies God. "Depart from me you worker of iniquity. I never knew you."
Bartlett recoils in horror. "What?"
"No murderer shall enter into the Kingdom of Heaven."
"But I was stopping him from killing."
"You lied in wait for him and killed him in cold blood."
"Someone had to. He was an unrepentant murderer."
"Vengeance is mine, I will repay."
"You can't send me to Hell, I'm a Christian."
"No you're not."
"What do you mean I'm not? I went to Vacation Bible School. I said the sinner's prayer. I believe you're Lord. I believe you died for my sins."
"Have you not read where you were told to love your enemies, and pray for those who despitefully use you? Have you not read that with what judgment you judge, you shall be judged? And again where the merciful shall obtain mercy?"
"But I did this out of love for the unborn."
"Do not lie. There's no love in you. You hate the priests of Molech, but you love no one. You allowed yourself to be destroyed by the evil. You followed the way of evil and murder. You have no place here. Depart into everlasting darkness."
The judgment hall disappeared and Bartlett began to fall. He saw the flames awaiting him. He landed hard on a rock and screamed in terror. He felt torturous pain circulating through his body, burning and cutting sensations overwhelming him as he writhed in agony.
He looked around as he could and near him he saw Welch a few feet away, suffering the same agony as him, perhaps worse. He looked around and saw other abortionists. This was hell. He was doomed to spend eternity sharing the fate of those he hated.
Too late, he and they had realized the truth of the scripture, "Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, I will repay."
Apparently he did want just that. A week later, this apparently healthy twenty-something was found dead "of natural causes."
God can and will act directly. Still, this is not something done casually. The Biblical pattern is for the elders of the church to lead the whole church in praying the imprecatory psalms, and naming specific names. God can destroy His enemies by making them His friends, true. He can also us more direct means. (Whenever a pro-abort pontificates, I pray for the conversion of his/her children, using Psalm 137:9. Jesus is my Rock!)
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