Britains Culture of Death

Britain’s Culture of Death

K.V. Turley has written for Crisis Magazine calling Britain a ‘waste land’. Highlighting abortion clinic buffer zones, Alfie Evans’ treatment by the judiciary, and the recent landmark of 50 years of abortion in the UK, Turley says: “In a country where the idea of individual rights is a mantra endlessly recited, there is one right that must never be talked of… the right to life for the child as yet unborn. Seemingly, now, the shadow of the Culture of Death envelops: the weak, the elderly, the defenseless, even the dying.”

Against Euthanasia:

Abortion Act 50 years old.

Certainly NOT a cause for celebration.

Says nothing of the selfishness, guilt and downright wickedness of all who participate in this barbarity.

Murderers will NOT inherit the Kingdom of God, indeed if unrepentant they will be cast into the lake of fire. (Revelation 21:8).


Belgian woman euthanized after heartbreak

I have no hesitation in saying this is murder,hellish, devil-inspired destruction of life.






Two women have spoken out about the euthanasia of their sister, Tine Nys, in Belgium. Tine, then 37, announced her intention to pursue euthanasia following a split from her boyfriend. She was killed by lethal injection in 2010. Lotte and Sophie have expressed their dismay that the doctors felt Tine’s break-up justified her wanting to end her life. The doctors made little effort to persuade her to live, the sisters felt, and failed to communicate with each other about Tine.

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Their lives aren’t worth it, but their body parts are?



Their lives aren’t worth it, but their body parts are? Disgusting, horrifying, and awful. These words hardly scratch the surface of trying to describe the latest regarding Planned Parenthood’s godless agenda to murder unborn children. In a couple of videos recorded by two activists from the Center for Medical Progress, posing as staffers from a biotech firm interested in purchasing body parts, Planned Parenthood employees described the selective mutilation unborn children are subjected to in order to harvest their body parts and also haggled over compensation. “We’ve been very good at getting heart, lung, liver, because we know that, so I’m not gonna crush that part, I’m gonna basically crush below, I’m gonna crush above, and I’m gonna see if I can get it all intact.” They also speak of changing their method in order to procure more “intact specimens,” which, along with selling fetal tissue, is illegal by law. So far are they steeped in their sin and so far have their morals degenerated that they have even left logic behind. The harvested body parts are used for medical research to help curb diseases and injuries in the human body. So, they’re not human, but their body parts are? And, their lives aren’t worth saving, but their body parts are? Let’s not forget where this all began. Margaret Sanger, the founder of Planned Parenthood’s parent company, was an outright eugenicist. Her vision was to sterilize unfit or inferior people. But of course all of this is ignored. Planned Parenthood receives over half a billion dollars per year in government funding. Our government spends more money to abort children ($528 million) than it does to combat childhood leukemia ($105 million). As time progresses and we approach the coming of Christ, we will see even more heinous disregard for God’s law and blasphemy of his name. Remember the words our current president ended his address with at the annual Planned Parenthood conference: “God bless Planned Parenthood.” Does God really look upon the actions of an institution such as Planned Parenthood in his favor? Absolutely not. Let us pray for the repentance of our nation’s leaders who crusade against God’s law.

Ryan Kregel


Doctors suggested abortion, but my daughter’s life was worth saving

My story of hypermesis gravidarum

Lovely story well worth reading!

 In honor of Hyperemesis Gravidarum Awareness Day, I wanted to share my personal story. Some elements are medically descriptive, which may be uncomfortable for some readers. Nevertheless, I hope my story will encourage and inspire you as we work together to defend human dignity for all.
It was morning again. I lay very, very still, and very, very hopeful. “Maybe it won’t be so bad this morning,” I thought, as I would think every morning. I rolled slightly to one side, observing my husband sound asleep, and glanced at the clock. 5:00 am. With a heartfelt prayer, I rolled to my other side and sat up in bed.
Immediately I felt the bone deep waves of nausea pouring over me, seemingly washing every cell of my body in misery. With tears in my eyes, I inched my way off of the bed, across the floor, and into my bathroom, praying I would make it to the toilet in time.
Every morning, I wished for reprieve, and every morning, I was denied. The morning I just described was a good morning. No, a great one. Because sometimes I wasn’t so lucky. Sometimes I would start shaking – deep, wracking tremors and spasms which only served to make my nausea that much worse. When those mornings came, I would cry, often without tears because I was so dehydrated.
I would vomit until only bile was left. I would feel so helpless, so out of control in my own body, that I would be certain that I wouldn’t survive another minute of this torture, another moment of agony. And on those mornings, I feared another day of living more than I feared death.
What was wrong with me? It was something that only time could fix. I was pregnant. 
At about seven weeks pregnant with my fourth child, the nausea hit hard. About a week later my nausea must have felt that it was slacking off and needed to take it up a notch. My midwife gave us a list of home remedies and herbs to try, and fortunately those seemed to hold off the worst of the symptoms for several weeks.
At nearly nine weeks pregnant, I started bleeding – badly. In hysterics yet again, I called my midwife and she sent us to the emergency room. I can remember being dazed in the ER bathroom. I was visiting the bathroom to throw up, but I couldn’t stop the bleeding and was certain I was miscarrying. Everything I read online was discouraging.
When I lay on the ultrasound table, the ultrasound tech checked my chart and got very stern with me. “I can’t let you see the screen. I can’t tell you about anything that I find. I write the report, and I send it to the doctor, and that’s it. OK?” I nodded my agreement, but as soon as her back was turned I began a series of complicated hand motions to rival any baseball catcher’s calls. My husband correctly understood my frantic gestures to mean that he was supposed to watch the ultrasound screen and report back to me in detail.
After a few moments of tense silence and reassuring nods from my husband, the sonographer exhaled loudly. “I just had to tell you that in case there was something wrong, but everything looks fine to me,” she explained, pointing at the screen.
Turning it so that we could see our little peanut for the first time, she showed us a good strong heartbeat. That was the moment that I fell irrevocably, unexplainably in love with my tiny treasure. That baby, that hardly looked like a baby and was utterly still in my womb at the time of the ultrasound (so still that I thought the baby was dead until the ultrasound tech explained that the baby was just sleeping) became my reason for survival over the next seven months.
The next few days were nerve-wracking. The doctor could not determine what it was that caused the bleeding, so we were sent to my dad’s to wait it out. With lots of family to help with my other three children, and my favorite smoothie store nearby to get some nutrition in me, it was a blessing to be stuck there while we watched and waited. I have a vivid memory of my stepmom making me a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese because it was all I could think of that sounded palatable.
I’ll also never forget my aunt stopping in to encouraging me, telling me that when she was pregnant with my younger cousin she experienced exactly the same thing and everything was fine.
After several days of panic, the bleeding stopped, the nausea continued, and we felt reassured that at least for this time our little one was still with us.
My nausea seemed to level out for awhile. We traveled home, and at around 11 weeks I started to improve. I had been bedridden for a little while, but I was able to get up and go to the store once or twice, and I even went out to eat with the family once. My husband had a business trip scheduled, and I told him to go ahead, as long as I was still improving. I felt stronger, and I felt that my morning sickness (which lasted all day) was surely coming to a close. After all, I’d had very little sickness with my first pregnancy, none with my second, and a regular, solid 12-weeks of it with my third.
The day my husband was scheduled for a trip, I woke up to the most severe, extreme nausea I had ever experienced. Once, years before, I’d had terrible food poisoning.
The food poisoning episode paled in comparison to this nausea. This was all-encompassing, and so severe that I could not even think straight. I was violently shaking, unable to even communicate to my husband. I was later told that I was talking gibberish. And that day began my nightmare. You see, it didn’t get better for months. I had that debilitating degree of severe nausea for the majority of my pregnancy, and when I did “get better”, “better” only meant that I was able to hold down a little food and fluid.
I had a condition that I had seen before – hyperemesis gravidarum. I had recently watched a friend go through it, and knew another woman from church had had it, but I didn’t believe that I had it myself until my doctor diagnosed it.
Every day, I had terrible shaking spells (which I later found out were due to extreme dehydration), and every day I had to lie perfectly still on my bed to avoid starting the out-of-control vomiting that seemed to define every day. At that point, 12 weeks pregnant or so, I lost 12 pounds in 10 days, and that was only the beginning. I began to get weekly IV’s. I didn’t wear makeup, I didn’t wear “real” clothes – it was sweatpants and scrunchies for me, and even those were a trial.
I tried every remedy, herbal and otherwise, under the sun. My midwife kept researching and sending me new ideas, but nothing helped. Liquid became my enemy, and I kept down about half of what my husband insisted that I try (usually protein drinks). I lost my eyelashes, part of my eyebrows, and a lot of hair from malnutrition.
My days became a haze that centered around my toilet. I would try to read (a favorite pastime), but could not concentrate. I know I watched television on my computer, but I couldn’t recall what I watched even that evening. I pined for my children – all I wanted was to snuggle my sweet little ones and enjoy them! But I couldn’t have them in the room with me. The noise, the accidental bumping of the bed, the touches – all drove me to the toilet yet again. I felt as if I was put into a bubble of misery, and no one could get close. Family members and friends stepped in to help with the kids, which I was very thankful for, but it also seemed to highlight my failure to take care of my own home and children.
My midwife helped me to find a high-risk ob/gyn, and the first doctor I saw was not the one for me. At our first visit he asked me if I would like to ‘terminate the pregnancy’. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. After months of this torture, he wanted me to give up the reward of a baby at the end? He wanted to forever still the tiny life inside of me? I didn’t even have to consider my answer. What I needed was not abortion. I needed medical care.
Thus began what I refer to as the spin cycle of doctors. One doctor would confirm that yes, I had HG, and no, they couldn’t do anything about it. Another doctor would be horrified by the number of IV’s I received weekly, and would recommend multiple medications that did not work. The next doctor would know absolutely nothing about hyperemesis gravidarum, and suggest that I try ginger (I had tried ginger in every form), and try to “eat more frequently”…even though I couldn’t eat any solid food for weeks at a time. Many acknowledged that I needed an IV port, a medication pump, and a home health nurse. Unfortunately, the pump would only work if we found a medication that worked, and my nausea was untouchable.
We did not have the money for a home health nurse, and I was terrified of the permanent IV port and potential complications. I didn’t need anything to make me worse! So I stayed home and got bi-weekly (sometimes three or four times weekly) IV’s.
A turning point with the doctors at our first hospital came when I was in for an IV and went to give a urine sample, finding that my urine was coffee colored. After much hemming and hawing, I was told that there was likely something wrong with my kidneys, but they didn’t know what. I was to have a kidney ultrasound, and after the ultrasound, the doctors didn’t say another word to me and were unable to answer any questions. These same doctors repeatedly reassured me that there was no need to check the baby’s growth, although other hyperemesis sufferers said the opposite.
Still in touch with my midwife, I contacted her and told her how sick I was, and that I was unable to get any answers about my potential kidney issues.
At her recommendation, I switched doctors and found a doctor who, while not totally familiar with hyperemesis, was at least insistent upon checking the baby’s growth and making sure that I got some nutrition and fluids.
Week after week went by. My husband regularly took me to the hospital for IV fluids, and I would lay on the hospital beds for hours, crying, frightened, and so alone. The hospital smells would inevitably aggravate my nausea. I was so dehydrated that when they would attempt to give me in IV, it always took at least four and up to eight attempts to get the IV in. The IV sites were painful, my arms were mottled with deep blue, brown, and yellow bruises. At every visit, I would plead with the nurses to get an anesthesiologist to do the IV (they were much better at it), and show them the places that just did not work. Invariably they would either completely ignore me or insist that they were professionals, push the IV in against my wishes, and collapse vein after vein.
My husband still had to work, and had impossible family demands on him along with work. I desperately needed him to understand what I was going through, but how could he? I couldn’t even understand it!
At 24 weeks, when many hyperemesis gravidarum cases improve, mine did not. I knew I was an odd case – my fourth pregnancy was my first experience with hyperemesis gravidarum. Someone I knew had self-diagnosed that she had hyperemesis, but after explaining her case versus mine to several doctors, they agreed that I had an extremely severe case and that many women believe they have HG although they only have mild or regular morning sickness that lasts throughout the pregnancy.
My odd case of HG left me with tachychardia, moderate hydronephrosis of my kidney, and a longing for my family like I had never felt before. During the day, family members cared for my kids while I was either in bed at home or in the hospital, and at night my husband would buy some food that I thought might sound good, only to have me take a bite and push the rest away in disgust. Food was my enemy. I would have panic attacks thinking about the next time I would have to force myself to eat. I would be filled with terror every night just at the prospect of waking up again the next day to begin my suffering anew.
Every day, lying in my bed, I would get chills and shivers head to toe. The all-day feeling of dread left me miserable and feeling desperate. Someone encouraged me with the saying, “The only way past this is through it,” and that became my mantra. When I felt desperate, out of control, ill, and lonely, I would repeat, “the only way past this is through it.” My prayer life took off – there’s just something about constant desperation that makes you truly reach out to God in ways you never have before.
When I reached 32 weeks, it was a milestone. I felt amazed that I had survived so far. My little girl’s kicks were a daily reminder (and an extra tummy disturbance) that she was alive and well and taking what she needed from me. I knew that she would likely survive if she was born early, and although my nausea was still severe, I was able to start holding down foods, although liquids were another story.
At 34 weeks I had a growth scan and saw that the baby looked great. At 35 weeks, our house was vandalized in the middle of the night, and we had to move into an apartment. The stale cigarette smoke smells churned my nausea up even more, but my husband was able to quickly find a great house for our family to move in to. After repeated visits to the hospital for a suspected amniotic fluid leak, a routine growth scan showed that our little girl had not grown at all from her previous scan. Our baby was diagnosed with IUGR (intra uterine growth restriction), and I was told that she needed to come out right away.
A mere four days after we moved in to our new home, I was held at the hospital with the expectation of an induction. I feel convinced that God had His hand upon us at that time. At around midnight that night, I realized that I had been having contractions for a few hours that were getting more and more painful. Sure enough, without the induction, I was in labor! And praise God for that, because I had not wanted to be induced at 3am!
We were especially thankful for diligent doctors when I began to run a fever, and they figured out that I had an amniotic fluid infection called chorioamnonitis. Chorioamnonitis is a bacterial infection that can lead to sepsis, brain damage, and death. Praise the Lord, our sweet little girl was born at 5:33 am perfectly healthy, with no long-term signs of damage or infection.
At a double-risk of stillbirth with IUGR and chorioamnionitis, we knew we had so much to be thankful for when we saw our tiny girl.
Only five pounds, eight ounces at birth, she was under five pounds by the time we left the hospital but happy, healthy, and whole. Disregarding the doctor’s orders to “go easy” on my first postpartum meal, I felt hunger for the first time in months after delivery and chowed down on an omelet and big glass of ice water. I had craved water for six months but was not able to drink even a drop because it would come straight back up. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the taste of that hospital omelet, the half gallon of ice water that I downed without pause, and the amazing feeling of keeping it all down, with no gagging or vomiting to plague me.
After what we went through – and I make no mistake that our entire family suffered with me – it only took one look at my little girl to know that it was worth it. In the darkest part of my pregnancy, I couldn’t even recognize the “baby” part of my pregnancy. She wasn’t moving very often yet, we were having a hard time capturing her image on ultrasounds, and I didn’t feel pregnant, I just felt like I had the most severe food poisoning known to man for months. But even though I couldn’t feel very attached to the little person who was unintentionally making me so very ill, I hung on. Even when I thought neither of us would survive, I pushed forward.
The very moment I laid eyes on her, I knew without question that she was worth it. 

For my baby, I would go through the darkness, the vomiting, the shaking, the severe nausea, the pain, the hospital stays, the desperation – I would do it all again for her.
She is worth every moment of suffering that I endured, and I can even look back and say that it is a privilege to have suffered for such an amazing cause – bringing my sweet little girl into the world. She is the joy of the entire family, an absolutely beautiful little girl, sweet, precocious, and advanced for her age, and not one of us can imagine our lives without her. 
When we talk about being pregnant in difficult circumstances, I know what that’s like. I know it forwards and backwards, inside and out. I have been there! I have been at what, for me, was the lowest of lows. I have been humiliated and unable to move or think because of my pregnancy complications. I have been sicker than I thought a person could be, and for months at a time. I have changed a lot, too – I was not a big fan of doctors, but I definitely recognized the need for medical interventions in serious cases like mine.
My faith in Jesus Christ, and a love for someone I had never met got me through a severe case of hyperemesis gravidarum. 
Pro-life activists have been accused of lacking compassion for pregnant women, although it is very obvious that true compassion is reaching out to help, not pushing someone into an abortion clinic. Being prolife in all circumstances means that we are regularly told that we don’t know what it’s like to be pregnant when it’s not easy. We are accused of wanting to “force” people to continue with their pregnancies.
The bottom line is not that we want to force anyone to do anything! But killing a living, growing, developing human being is just wrong. There will never be another little girl exactly like the one I carried in my womb. Just knowing and recognizing the value of my baby strengthened me.
Many pregnant women considering abortions are in a tough place. They think they can’t survive, can’t make it through. Trust me, I know what that is like! I essentially lost myself for nine months. My family and friends, on the rare occasion that they saw me, almost didn’t recognize me. My sole purpose during that time was survival, and I put all focus there. There was very little for me to enjoy during that time – not food, sunshine, family, hobbies, fellowship, or anything. When all of that was stripped away, I was left with my faith, my family (the little bit that I got to spend time with them), and my baby. We were in this fight together. We are survivors.
And if we can do it, I know that other women can do it too. When the only way past something is through it, through it we must go, knowing that in the end the journey is worthwhile.
For life, Jennifer Mason
Communications Director Personhood USA

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Election Matters

 From  Christian Concern

 It may well be a time for witness


No time to be silent

Seven weeks until polling day

Seizing the opportunity to speak with one voice about the really big issues

Seeing our nation depart from God’s good pattern may tempt us toward political disengagement. But it is a temptation we must resist.
The current situation makes it all the more important that the voice of Jesus is heard in the political debate. We cannot allow fear or despair to drive us to silence. We need to speak up, together, with clarity and confidence, of the God of hope.
Our nation is at a crossroads. She desperately needs to hear of a different way, of light in the darkness.
It’s not just polling day on 7th May that matters. It’s the next seven weeks. In one of the closest and least predictable elections of recent times, candidates will be eager for votes and many will be prepared to engage with Christians.
We need to seize the opportunity to speak about what matters most. The politicians may want to talk about the economy, the NHS and immigration but we also want them to talk about more fundamental issues – e.g. the protection of life, the promotion of marriage and family, the importance of Christian freedoms and the value of the Christian framework for our society.
If Christians across the country are raising these issues – at hustings, on the doorstep, in emails, on social media – then candidates will find it harder to ignore them, especially as we highlight some of the recent steps forward (e.g. the Equality and Human Rights Commission research).
We want to help you and your church to make the most of this opportunity to speak up for Jesus and for His pattern for life during this election campaign.
Shortly, to coincide with the official start of the election campaign, we’ll be launching a special online portal to help you engage. But even now there are many ways that you can take action and join a growing movement so that God’s agenda is not missing from the political debate this election season.

Serving voters by informing them

We’re looking for volunteers to help ensure that voters can make an informed decision on 7th May.  Many people simply don’t know where their MP stands on key issues – e.g. whether they voted for a ban on ‘gender-abortion’ or for the re-definition of marriage. We’re planning simple information leaflets that can be distributed in constituencies and will include the views of other candidates, where we have it. Could you help us inform voters? If so, please get in touch.
Volunteer to help inform voters in your area

Equipping your church to engage

How is your church planning to equip members to prepare for the election? We will soon have resources – including church packs – to help Sunday congregations and small groups think through the issues and provide tools to engage. We can also provide materials for church bookstalls and leaflet racks – and ideas for church leaders. It’s important that as many Christians as possible are equipped to take action. Contact us and we will send you copies as soon as they are available.

Making the most of every tool, to speak truth

Facebook and Twitter provide new opportunities to engage directly with candidates and to raise important issues. Please make the most of them. Find out if your candidates use Twitter or Facebook using this tool. Even if you don’t use them already, could you open a Facebook or Twitter account just for the election, so that you’re not excluded from these increasingly important platforms.

‘One stop shop’ for election engagement

We’ll soon be launching our online ‘election portal’, packed full of tools and resources to help Christians speak up for God’s pattern for society.  Thank you to all those who have provided information about the candidates, hustings and local contacts in their constituencies. If you have information or could find out more about what is happening in your area, please get in touch so that we can update our records. Building an accurate national picture helps us all.
Tell our election team what’s happening in your area

Standing as a candidate

If you’re standing as a candidate in either the General Election or local elections or you’re thinking of doing so, please let us know. We may be able to help with information and in letting others in your area know. In fact, if you already hold elected office, we would love to hear from you, even if you are not standing in an election this year. It would be valuable to build up a national picture of how many Christians are serving their community through political office.

Making sure that you’re registered

Are you registered to vote on 7th May? Eligible voters need to make sure that they are registered to vote by 20th April. New applications for postal votes need to be received by 5pm on 21st April. The process for registering to vote has changed since the last General Election. If you’re eligible to vote, please make sure that you are registered. Find out more here. What about your family, friends and others at church? Please encourage them to make sure that they are registered.


I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people – for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. (1 Timothy 2:1 – 2). 
As the election approaches, please pray that God will:

  • Raise up good candidates and that they will be elected.
  • Motivate Christians across the country to seize the opportunity of the election period and speak with one voice about the big issues that face our country, especially the protection of life, God’s pattern for marriage and family, the freedom to live and speak for Jesus and the vital place of a Christian framework for society.
  • Provide wisdom, energy and resources for Christian Concern’s election team and all those working with us across the country.
  • Do something remarkable in the midst of this uncertain political landscape and bring people to a true knowledge of Himself.

Abortion IS murder!

Dear FB friend in Ulster,
David Ford MLA, the NI justice minister, is holding consultations on liberalising the abortion law-this is a backdoor ploy to bring in liberal abortion laws as in the rest of the UK. Please stand with me and the Christian Institute in opposing these changes by sending an e-mail to: and you may use or adapt this letter……Dear Sir/Madam,

I am wishing to answer certain questions in your consultation document. Firstly question 2 “Should the law allow for abortion in cases of lethal foetal abnormality?” I oppose any change in the law because there have been numerous cases where pre-natal diagnosis has been wrong and the child is healthy, the suggestion that two doctors should sign off the abortion “in good faith” is not a sufficient safeguard and has been widely abused throughout the rest of the UK with cases of doctors pre-signing forms, and the proposals mention conditions “incompatible with life” yet gives examples of conditions for which there are cases of babies living for weeks or months after birth.

On questions 6 to 9 asking about abortion in cases of rape or other sexual crimes, I also oppose changing the law as women need support and love not abortion which is compounding the crime already committed as the unborn is innocent of any crime and has an individual right to life. Abortion in this case is additional trauma for the woman, and increases her risk of mental illness including suicide and depression. Adoption is a reasonable and compassionate alternative.

On question 17 “Should there be a right to conscientious objection for those who participate in abortion” in respect of the above two scenarios, there must be that right for all professionals just as the Abortion Act 1967 protects freedom of conscience and the law should NEVER seek to compel people to act against their conscience on such profoundly important, life or death, moral matters like abortion.

Yours sincerely,


Julian Kennedy's photo.
Julian Kennedy's photo.