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“In a January 13, 1984 proclamation, President Ronald Reagan designated January 22, 1984 as the first National Sanctity of Human Life Day. The date was chosen to coincide with the 11th anniversary of the Roe v. Wade Supreme Court case that legalized abortions in the United States and Doe v. Bolten which made abortion legal throughout all nine month of pregnancy if the mother’s health was in jeopardy-which includes emotional stress of pregnancy, and it opened the door for this law to be upheld in all 50 states. Reagan issued the proclamation annually thereafter, designating Sanctity of Human Life Day to be the third Sunday in January, which represents the closest Sunday to the original January 22 date. His successor, George H. W. Bush, continued the annual proclamation throughout his presidency. Bush’s successor, Bill Clinton, discontinued the practice throughout his eight years in office, but Bush’s son and Clinton’s successor, George W. Bush, resumed the proclamation, and has done so every year since his inauguration. The pro-life community has continued to set this day aside each year since it’s inception to pray for an end to abortion.”  (Copied from – http://www.ecpcc.org/events.php)

This year National Sanctity of Human Life Day will be celebrated on Sunday January 22, 2011.  Please join us in praying for America to stop murdering children.

“Known Only to God” – Bro. Willard Thomas

In Arlington, Virginia, on top of a hill
Lie the unknown soldiers cold and still.
In battle the ultimate sacrifice was made,
Forever there remembered as sons of the brave.

Millions pass by to view their tomb,
Forever enshrined in the hallowed room.
Beside the Potomac ‘neath this sacred sod
Lie the unknown soldiers, known only to God.

I thought, there are other humans not known on this earth,
The innocent babies who die before birth.
Known only to God, known only to God,
Millions of babies known only to God.

No one ever cries or visits their grave,
As silently they die, wave after wave.
No changing of the guard to honor their tomb,
No pinks and blues for their nursery room.

Hushed is their tiny, cooing voice,
All in the name of a woman’s choice.
Everyday they pass under the tender shepherd’s rod,
All those precious babies are known only to God.

Willard Thomas. All Rights Reserved.
Written March 25, 1997, in Washington, D.C.
Suggested by my precious wife, Willene Thomas