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Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Independence Day: Still on the Block

It was a bright summer morning and the small talk of the neighborhood could be heard as I meandered through the crowd that had gathered in the yard of the old home on the corner of 5th and Madison. The old couple had been married for more than 50 years, but all of the laughter and love, trials and tears that were a part of this old home place had been reduced to an echoing memory. The porch was cluttered with the “stuff” of this now vacant house and the people, some who had known its inhabitants, some who were dealers in antiques, and some who were just curious about the goings on of an auction, were milling about and browsing through the musty smelling memorabilia turned merchandise. The clock had been ticking at the base of the big staircase for all of the old man’s life and all of his father’s and…well, now no one seemed to care. Dealers examined its old Seth Thomas label and tried to determine what it would bring. There were quilts that had been stitched at quilting bees in the old parlor and there was even one that had been a wedding gift to Great Grandmother, but it had been removed from the old rope bed in the guest room and thrown in a big pile of bed linens on the floor of the wooden porch.

At ten o’clock sharp the gavel came down and the auctioneer began to chant. His call was intriguing and it was easy to become lost in his song and hardly even notice the items as they were sold, one by one, to the highest bidder. Wardrobes, dressers, watches, dishes, tools, washtubs, crocks and hats with big boxes…all with numbers, sold to people with numbers, for dollar values. It all seemed such a thoughtless way for this old place to end. Yet the anxious bidders continued to nod with excitement as they anticipated taking home something that had caught their fancies.
The grandfather clock was different, though. At first, the dealers bid quickly against one another, until one by one, they were eliminated. Finally one of the bidders found himself bidding against an old white haired lady who stood solemnly on the bottom porch step . As I glanced her way, astonished at her persistence in bidding against the wealthy dealer, I saw a tear roll down her cheek. Knowing then that the clock was more to her than an investment, I strolled over as she held up her number, relieved that her competitor for the prized clock had finally relinquished it. “You see,” she said, “that’s my father’s clock…No price is too high.”

Perhaps there are lessons to be learned from the Saturday morning auction that is a part of Southern Americana. I doubt that the couple who ambitiously worked , played and raised their children in this old house ever gave serious consideration to the fact that one day this house and all of its contents would be listed on an inventory and sold to strangers. None of the members of this family would have ever considered selling out; not just a few years ago. But now things are different and it’s a little easier, now that the old folks are gone. It’s not so hard to watch the items go, one by one, knowing that each one is bringing its fair price. Life is changing and so these remnants of another time, are slowly bartered, and with them goes the recollection of the way things used to be.

There’s a sense in which we as Americans are witnessing an auction. It’s a grand estate…this home we call America and many sacrifices were made through the years to maintain it. It has weathered many a storm and has been a haven of freedom and happiness for generations.

Times are changing and those who built the house have long been gone. The “stuff” of this house is on the porch and the auctioneer is chanting to the crowd. One by one the” pieces” of this old home are placed on the auction block. Several of the most valuable and memorable items have already been sold and the prices they have brought have paled in comparison to their true value. Someone can recall a time when purity filled this old home, but alas it has already been sold out to immorality. Fidelity was a foundational part of the house, but it has been replaced and so the auctioneer sold it cheaply. Hard work and its rewards have stood side by side in the house for generations, but, alas they, too, have been split into small lots and are being sold a little at the time. The Word of God was the centerpiece of this old dwelling. How many memories emerge from its use in this place! The children were taught daily from its pages and the family gathered around it each night before bed. For years, now, though it has been unopened and forsaken on the shelf. Life without it just hasn’t been the same. It was placed in a box and auctioned off as a box lot along with public prayer, the sacredness of marriage, the leadership of fathers and the value of mothers in the home. Life is changing!

As a matter of fact, it is time for the bartering of life, itself. Could it be that the value of life itself could be defined by a mere crowd of bidders gathered around the front porch? They are always there in every auction crowd… those who take no thought for the real intrinsic value of an item… those whose interest in the piece is merely mercenary. Could it be that no one who remembers where this life came from, to whom it belonged in the very beginning, will even enter a bid? Doesn’t the thought of the real value of this precious article come to the mind of someone who recalls that it was a gift given by the Father before this house was even built? Which merchant in this thronging crowd can presume to know the value of this entity called life?

“What am I bid?” calls the auctioneer.

As a tear rolls slowly down my cheek, I enter a bid from the steps of the porch. You see, this is my house. That is my Father’s. And no price is too high.
“Thou hast granted me life…” Job 10:12

Article by Cindy Colley as first published in Christian Woman Magazine, Gospel Advocate, Nashville, TN

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Glenn Beck and Abby Johnson: PLEASE take the time…


Today’s post really needs no commentary from me. But listen to the honesty. Listen to the world inside Planned Parenthood from a “non-actress”…real and raw. It’s clear that she’s aware of the absolute necessity of her story being truth, from an ethical and legal standpoint. Also, as a very important side note: Christian girls and moms, please  listen all the way through for the word “immodesty”. Please take the time.

And please share if your conscience is on board.

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

“My Normal Course Would Be to Dismember…”

As I have read in recent days about the legalization of murder of full-term full term babies in New York,I have felt like I was watching an episode of The Twilight Zone; a very disturbing episode. As I, followed the debate and watched those smiling legislators at the signing of the bill in New York, I could not help but  put the faces of my children and grandchildren in my own imagination of the horror of a full-term baby-killing.  The picture below is Colleyanna, just moments after birth. This is the size and condition of those babies that can be dismembered legally in New York. And just when I did not think I could become more nauseous over the blatantly murderous remarks made by men and women in key positions in state and federal government, I ran across the following graphic comments made in a courtroom in the year 1997 by one of the leading late-term abortion providers in the United States. Leroy Carhart is currently (2019) still providing abortions. What is so utterly repugnant about his testimony is that, as you read, you know, for sure, that you are reading truth, These words come from someone who doesn’t have a vendetta against abortion. Again, he is a provider. Here, he describes in vivid medical detail, and under oath, the process of the dismemberment and death of a full-term baby. He is describing what the state of New York has just legalized. You will want to stop reading, but please read to the end. Information is a powerful resource and surely…surely some who are supportive  of this process are not fully informed. SO share this. The more we share the truth, the greater the potential that some little lives may be spared. Surely, those who are pro-life, but are failing to speak in behalf of the babies, will be motivated, by reading, to fight for them. 

Be sitting down. This is very difficult.

Late-term abortionists’ testimony:

Q: Are there times when you don’t remove the fetus intact?

Carhart: yes, Sir.

Q: Can you tell me about that – when that occurs?

Carhart: That occurs when the tissue fragments, or frequently when you rupture the membranes, an arm will spontaneously prolapse through the os (cervix)…

Q: What do you do then?

Carhart: My normal course would be to dismember that extremity and then go back and try to take the fetus out either foot or skull first, whatever end I can get to first.

Q: How do you go about dismembering that extremity?

Carhart: Just traction and rotation, grasping the portion that you can get a hold of which would be usually somewhere up the shaft of the exposed portion of the fetus, pulling down on it through the os, using the internal os as your counter traction and rotating to dismember the shoulder or the hip or whatever it would be. Sometimes you will get one leg and you can’t get the other leg out.

Q: In that situation… Are you… When you pull on the arm and remove it, is the fetus still alive?

Carhart: Yes.

Q: Do you consider an arm, for example, to be substantial portion of the fetus?

Carhart: In the way I read it, I think if I lost my arm, that would be a substantial loss to me. I think I would have to interpret it that way.

Q: And then what happens if you remove the arm? You then try to remove the rest of the fetus?

Carhart: Then I would go back and attempt to either bring the feet down or bring the skull down, or even sometimes you bring the other arm down and remove that also and then get the feet down.

Q: At what point is the fetus… Does the fetus die during that process?

Carhart: I don’t really know. I know that the fetus is alive during the process most of the time because I can see the fetal heartbeat on the ultrasound.

The Court: counsel, for what it’s worth, it still is unclear to me with regard to the intact D&E when fetal demise occurs.

Q: Okay, I will try to clarify that. In the procedure of an intact D&E where you would start foot first, with the situation where the fetus is presented feet first, tell me how you’re able to get the feet out first

Carhart: Under ultrasound, you can see the extremities. You know what is what. You know what the foot is, you know what the arm is, you know what the skull is. By grabbing the feet and pulling down on it, or by grabbing a knee and pulling down on it, usually you can get one leg out, get the other leg out, and bring the fetus out. I don’t know where this… All the controversy about rotating the fetus comes from. I don’t attempt to do that – just attempt to bring out whatever is the proximal portion of the fetus.

Q: At the time you bring out the feet, in this example, is the fetus still alive?

Carhart: Yes.

Q: Then what’s the next step you do?

Carhart: I didn’t mention it. I should. I usually attempt to grasp the cord first and divide the cord, if I can do that.

Q: What is the cord?

Carhart: The cord is the structure that transports the blood, both arterial and venous, from the fetus to the back of the fetus, and it gives the fetus its only source of oxygen, so that if you can divide the cord, the fetus will eventually die, but whether this takes 5 min. or 15 min. and when that occurs, I don’t think anyone really knows.

Q: Are there situations where you don’t divide the cord?

Carhart: There are situations when I can’t.

Q: What are those?

Carhart: I just can’t get to the cord. It’s either high above the fetus and structures where you can’t reach up that far. The instruments are only 11 inches long

Q: Let’s take the situation where you haven’t divided the cord because you couldn’t, and you have begun to remove a living fetus feet first. What happens next after you have gotten the feet removed?

Carhart: We remove the feet and continue with traction on the feet until the abdomen and the thorax come through the cavity. At that point, I would try… You have to bring the shoulders down, but you can get enough of them outside, you can do this with your finger outside the uterus, and then at that point the fetal… The base of the fetal skull is usually in the cervical canal.

Q: What do you do next?

Carhart: And you can reach that, and that’s where you would rupture the fetal skull to some extent and aspirate the contents out.

Q: At what point in that process does fetal demise occur between initial remove… Removal of the feet or legs and the crushing of the skull or – I’m sorry – the decompressing of the skull?

Carhart: Well, you know, again, this is where I’m not sure what fetal demise is. I mean, I honestly have to share your concern, your honor. You can remove the cranial contents and the fetus will still have a heartbeat for several seconds or several minutes; so is the fetus alive? I would have to say probably, although I don’t think it has any brain function, so it’s brain-dead at that point.

Q: So the brain death might occur when you begin suctioning out of the cranium?

Carhart: I think brain death would occur because the suctioning to remove contents is only two or 3 seconds, so somewhere in that period of time, obviously not when you penetrate the skull, because people get shot in the head and they don’t die immediately from that, if they’re going to die at all, so that probably is not sufficient to kill the fetus, but I think removing the brain contents eventually will.”


Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Abortion and the “Christian” Smoke Screen

The more I think about it the more it bothers me that some who claim allegiance to the Lord are critical of those of us who are vocal about the unconscionable decision made in New York to legalize all abortions through the entire gestation period and extending beyond birth to those babies who survived attempted abortion procedures. They say things like “Christians should not speak against abortion until they are willing to provide care for the many young and expectant mothers and the innocent babies after their births,” or Christians have no right to protest abortion until they are making sure there are safe places in society for unwanted babies.” 

This is a smokescreen and the devil loves it. I know a host of people who oppose abortion and I do not know one single person who opposes it because of an alliance with a political party. In fact, every single person I know who is fighting for life is motivated by a heart of compassion for innocent life; the natural feeling of pity for anyone, but especially an innocent child who finds herself in a position of desperation and helplessness. It is the strong desire within us that we cannot silence even if we wanted to…the desire to protect anyone who is innocent and cannot protect himself. 

And it is that kind of compassion that controls all of our impulses and activities. Why would anyone believe that those people who fight against the killing are not the same people who extend benevolence and kindness, generosity and concern in our communities in other scenarios in which people are in need? It’s only common sense that the folks who are fighting for those who cannot help themselves are also the first responders in situations about them when people are suffering. 

Let me just illustrate this point with a family that I know personally. This family consists of two parents who have been very outspoken in defense of pre-born life. These parents are currently trying to place multiple pre-born babies. They personally have been through the adoption process up to the point of bringing the child home, when the birth mother decided to keep the baby at the last moment.  They were supportive, then, of this mother’s decision. They have helped, recently, to find a home for a foster child with a disability and that child has been successfully placed. They have recently helped find a home for a foster child with a disability and that child has been successfully placed. These parents  raised their two children, who are now adults, to speak and write in various venues about the sanctity of life. One of their children established a chapter of National Right to Life on his university campus and raised money for pro-life causes through that venue, while he also raised money for already born children with diseases and volunteered in the school system in his area where children in poverty attended.   One of the now adult children volunteers regularly at a pregnancy clinic for unwed mothers. The other is actively working at present to find homes for three pre-born children. All of the members of this family take advantage of opportunities when they are presented to provide funding for children in foster care homes and children’s homes. Their contributions to their churches are often used for the purpose of helping disadvantaged children, as well. They contribute to food banks, school drives for children in need and  Christmas gifts for children in foster care. 

See, compassionate Christians are compassionate in all situations. It is true that those who fight abortion cannot personally care for every child born in a situation of poverty or disadvantage. But that obvious fact should not deter us from preventing their murder!  I’m not an expert in philosophy, but even I can think this through….Just because I cannot personally rescue the thousands who are victims of human trafficking, take them under my wing and restore each one to mental and social well-being, does not mean I should be silent as they are victimized, or worse, be okay with their “elimination.” 

May God help us when people who are called by His name attempt to silence—even mock— those among us who are defending innocent life; when “Christians” add their voices to the wicked throng in support of death for our most vulnerable. What must the Father think when unworthy people He once adopted are, arguably, effectively consenting to murder by criticizing those Christians who are fighting for life? 

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

I Am New York

(According to WIkipedia, in 2001, the greatest disaster in the History of the state of New York occurred as terrorists attacked the World Trade Towers claiming the lives of 2996 people. After the events of this week (, Wikipedia will need an update. But it will not get one. The update that classifies, as terrorism—what occurred at the stroke of Governor Cuomo’s pen this week—may not occur till the judgement day [although it is the opinion of this writer that those who are smiling in the photo should be given the death penalty]. The blood of its untold thousands of additional victims–victims which will include full term babies and even those who will be born as victims of botched abortions–may not be requited till the perpetrators are themselves suffering in eternal hell. But God is not mocked.) 

I’ve been wanting to get rid of this enemy for a long, long time. I have wounded this army many times. I have sucked the life from her little by little. But she kept torturing me. This week, however, this enemy succumbed to my power.  I poisoned her regiments with saline. I suffocated her people and ripped their limbs from their torsos. I even put knives in the bases of many skulls, when nothing else was working. I am sure, no matter what occurs now in other eras and places, for my people, the army is defeated.

And  I’m rejoicing. I’m glad there will be no funerals. No death certificates will be issued. All lifeless remains will be dumped, piece by piece in orange medical receptacles and carted to  landfills. 

I was not sad about the deaths.  Instead, this week I had a party…a huge celebration. I danced in the streets and drank champagne. I went to great expense decorating for the party with thousands of pink lights. The press attended my party and I smiled for the cameras of multiple national news organizations.  I invited dignitaries to the party and they turned out in large numbers. My conquest was broadcast around the globe. Phrases like “freedom from oppression,” “women’s rights” and “victory for choice” are still ringing from street corners and penthouses. I have won in the name of liberty,

Don’t try to diminish from my victory by pointing out that the defeated army really consists of little fighters that are all under 12 pounds or that there is not one single “soldier” in that army who is guilty of any crime. Don’t come to my party if you want to spout logic about the definition of “murder” or of “genocide”  or science about genetics or DNA. I do not want to debate about the “rights” of the defeated army. My powerful regime is fully protected by law now, and I am not impressed by the tactics of those who continue to believe the enemy will resurface.  This is not about the so-called “culture of life.” It is a celebration of victory for feminists…for women who are choosing to end pregnancies and get on with lives of promise.

Above all, don’t warn me that this battle is not done.  

Remember, I am strong. I am resilient. The whole country rallied around me when my old towers were obliterated and three thousand lives were taken by terrorism. I am indebted to so many first responders and emergency workers from all over this great country.  But I am back now. It is my turn to terrorize. I have a new tower…a tower funded by the citizenry and, at night, it heralds my victory in pink.

                                                                               I am New York. 



Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Some Post-March-for-Life Thoughts

Seeing images of the March for Life this weekend renews hope for the fate of the unborn in a society that’s been okay with taking pre-born life now for the past four-plus decades. Watching our Vice President address this crowd of pro-lifers and make very strong statements in behalf of those babies is heartening. Do we dare to hope that Roe vs. Wade could be overturned in our lifetimes? Yes…Let’s!

Let’s hope in the God Who is hearing the cries of those little ones; cries which are silent screams to us, but are heard by the ears of the Almighty (Ex.22:22-24). Let’s hope in the new Supreme Court members, for whom we prayed; that they will be bold and judicious with an honest accounting to the science of pre-born life and a conscience about their individual responsibilities to stand for justice. Let’s hope that the pro-life voices that hold sway currently in our government will be voices of wisdom and boldness. Let’s hope and pray for individual state elections, amendments and proposals that can bring us closer to a day when convenience abortion will be a darkness of the past. 

If there are those Christians reading who are tempted to make the old argument that, in case of a Roe v. Wade reversal, there will be just as many illegal abortions as there are legal ones today, please don’t. The idea that abortion would not be curbed by its legal banning is not rational thought. Besides, even if that were the case, righteous people should rejoice in the justice of a governmental defense of life and in the fact that murder would have to be committed in secret rather than with the sanction of our government and the celebration of the mainstream media.

If there are those Christians reading who are tempted to argue that the reversal of Roe v. Wade would accomplish little since it would merely send the decision back to the states, please don’t. Many states, including my home state, would criminalize the murder immediately. More states banning abortion means more lives saved. That’s an obvious truth.

If there are those who  are tempted to argue for the practicality of ending the pregnancy (i.e. murdering the child) rather than ushering the child into a life of poverty and struggle, please consider the following:

My son taught an ethics class at the University of South Carolina while working on his doctorate. In that class, one of the topics they discussed was the morality of convenience abortion. Of course, my son had to be careful in a state university to be uncompromising in his own adherence to the Word of God, while complying with governmental regulations about exactly how much he could say from a religious standpoint in that arena. 

Students inevitably would make many pro-choice arguments.  Someone would always raise her hand and suggest that a baby born in extreme poverty to a single and uneducated parent—a parent who could not possibly provide the things that children “need”—would be better off to be aborted than to have to face the kind of struggle and deprivation that would follow birth. 

My son said that there were many things he always wanted to say when that argument surfaced in the classroom. He wanted to point out that the circumstances into which a child would be born had absolutely no impact on whether or not abortion is murder. He wanted to talk about the responsibility, regardless of circumstances, that comes with choices made about sexuality. He wanted to say that there are many thriving adults who were born in poverty and/or to single parents or who struggled with all sorts of maladies, including extreme poverty, as children. 

But he never had to make that last argument. Inevitably, some other student in the room would raise his hand and say, “But I am that person. I was born to a single mother in a very bad part of the city in which I grew up. I am the child who never had a father and sometimes did not have enough to eat. I am that child who faced incredible odds….I was not always glad that those were my circumstances, but I am glad that I was born. I have had a lot to overcome, but I am here in this college classroom. Further, though things were hard, I would even suggest that I am a better person because of the struggle I’ve had to encounter and the difficult passages I had to navigate.” 

My son did not have to state the argument. The evidence was always right there in the room. In fact, it’s never very far from each one of us.  

May we examine it…and hope.