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Pro Life Saint Doesn't Have to Be Saintly to the Devil


[In Response to an Opinion Piece in the Albuquerque Journal by
 JOLINE GUTIERREZ KRUEGER / JOURNAL STAFF WRITER
Tuesday, May 28th, 2019 at 12:02am
https://www.abqjournal.com/1320926/prolife-saint-not-saintly-to-all.html?fbclid=IwAR3Hrl8HMhaTp64k4c9RVLZ3KnC5V9YEFvn2WKDk_ch1kWrGw55XKx6B1i0

Whether Phil Leahy is a truly saintly man may indeed be a matter of opinion, but that he had the right to stand and voice his beliefs in accordance with laws, is without question. And no one had a right to do violence upon him because of a difference of opinion. A good journalist would have recognized that right; and a journalistically trained editorial writer would have defended Mr. Leahy’s right.
To mimic the headline of the “Leahy is not a Saint at all” article, Southwestern Women's Options Clinic is not a clinic to all. It doesn’t heal. It destroys. Its perpetrator, Dr. Curtis Boyd is no Doctor either. He destroys late term babies that will have their futures ended by having their brains sucked out with a syringe. That is not even to mention that better than 50% of those babies are female. That is also not to mention that the reason this death mill operates has nothing to do with the altruistic proffer that "women should have a right" to choose. Actually, it has to do with the price of the so called very dangerous service at $5000 a pop increasing $1000 a pop for every week the woman delays. And in most cases, a full blown "suck out" of a late term human being costs upwards of $20,000; the typical cost of the chemical version that allows a woman the privacy of her own hotel room toilet at $10,000.
In Gutierrez-Krueger's words vis a vis the words of a clinic client: "They (referring to Leahy) shame clients, shout at them about saving their souls and their “babies,” scare them into believing the false notion that all an abortion gets them is unending physical and emotional pain and a nonrefundable ticket to fiery pits of hell." It is sad that the author opines as if she had herself been somehow attacked by Mr. Leahy. Mr. Leahy has never nor has any other credible Christian prolife advocate invoked a curse upon anyone.  Christianity is about mercy, not condemnation. If Mr. Leahy is guilty of anything, he is guilty of showing a little mercy to the voiceless child in the womb. The  real guilt rightly belongs to those sponsoring, advocating, the allurement of this false "choice." To quote Satan, "If you eat of the fruit, you will be like God." My article in the renowned theological publication Homiletics and Pastoral Review spells out the origin of this false choice: https://www.hprweb.com/2018/01/dr-curtis-boyd-abortionist/ 
To Ms. Gutierrez-Krueger: Please go back to Journalism school and learn that the best editorials are written by journalists who intrepidly wrote news articles that were about such objective things as “following the money.” The shameful and corrupt aspect of the entire abortion debacle is in the death of the unborn as an “industry,” the Planned Parenthood and market to increase profitability.
As for Mr. Leahy, no one ever canonized him but he was a good and decent man with one single purpose, to love humanity enough to try to stop its destruction of itself. And at a minimum, all he was doing was exercising his free speech. Like Gutierrez-Krueger, devil once said: "You don't get the moral superiority." I'd think twice about that advice. I know that Mr. Leahy didn't exercise any more moral superiority than any of the prophets of old. Nevertheless, the prophets were executed and mistreated as well.
Advice to Gutierrez-Krueger,learn how to write; but that presumes that you would have learned how to think more deeply.

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