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<P><B><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">From:</FONT></B> <FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">owner-meeting@kent.net on behalf of Larry Hughes[SMTP:LHUGHES@TRIAD.RR.COM]
<BR></FONT><B><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Sent:</FONT></B> <FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Friday, October 15, 2004 1:17:53 PM
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<BR></FONT><B><FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">Subject:</FONT></B> <FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial">meeting: Tombs of the Unknowns
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<P class=MsoNormal><FONT size=4>Tombs of the Unknowns.</FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal>There have been 40 million abortions in the US since
1973. There are 2.7 abortions performed every minute. Imagine 40
million tiny gravestones gleaming in the sunlight on the grassy slope of
Normandy or at Arlington National Cemetery. While we post sentries at the
Tomb of the Unknowns in Washington that contain the remains of our youth fallen
in battle, there is no tomb for these little bones.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal> It is unknown to us what these nameless little
“unknowns” may have been, or may have done to help build what John Winthrop
referred to as a “City set on a Hill.” We are told that Jesus wept while
standing outside the Tomb of Lazarus. It is a wonder that America is not
weeping, wearing sackcloth and ashes, or Christians are not building another
Mayflower to sail away on, before the Almighty completely flattens our city on a
hill. We “flatter” ourselves too much about being the greatest
nation. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal> No nation can be great while being built on the bones
of the least. Every little aborted being has left behind an empty womb and
a haunted, hollow heart that tries hard to excuse or explain away an absence and
the awful choice made to crush the most helpless. Only God knows how many
would-be-mothers drove to work today worried about paying a heavy mortgage on a
bankrupt soul. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal> In November some will move a switch in a voting booth
of self interest, thinking they are doing good, when in fact they will be
pulling the lever on a gallows that may one day be all that is left of a once
great nation that wanted to harvest stem cells while throwing away the little
souls that made them sacred. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal>Ingmar DeRidder</P></FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>