Hmmm.

I didn’t really like any of today’s prompts...so I didn’t know what I was going to write...but this is what ended up coming out...more of a blog post, but hey its a blog! right or write?  :)

Lately I have been been contemplating the horrors of WWII.  It could be that I recently read “The Diary of Anne Frank”.  It could also be that I just finished “Night” by Elie Wiesel.  It might be that I have been thinking about my grandfather and grandmother and how each of their families, while in the Netherlands, underwent hardships from the WWII.  

When contemplating such things I wonder where would I be without these stories and books?  They all seem real and take captive in my heart.  They changed me in ways that sometimes it’s indescribable.  I wonder what do I do with all this? 

Today I watched the snow fall and it made me think of Elie and the millions of other people in the camps.  The SS officers, knowing the end was near for them, made them run over 42 miles non-stop in the snow with barely any clothes on, no food, no drink.  It is truly a miracle of God that any survived.  Maybe for the sole purpose to tell us their story, to keep it from repeating again.  How does one really survive something like that?  To witness their family being torn apart, separated and go through a selection process.  To witness thousands of babies and children on fire being dumped into a ditch.  It’s hard to imagine.

Then I think about abortion and how we, just like them, have turned a blind eye.  We have made it a women’s issue and say it’s their choice.  We have forgotten that it takes a mother and a father to make a child.  Yes a child.  A forgotten child that had no choice.    We have allowed this to continue with over 50 million babies have died since 1973.  They could have been our friends, sisters or brothers, nieces and nephews, cousins...

We think this is normal, a simple choice.  Personally I see it no different than a holocaust.