Les’ Letters to my Grandchildren & Friends # 007
Letter # 7: A Warm Cabin on a Snowy Day
Note: These letters are focused toward my grandchildren but intended for everyone whom God loves.
From Grandpa Leslie Briggs Wilson January 22, 2012
Dear Grandchildren & Friends,
Understanding the word ‘opinion’ is critical to understanding today’s story.
So, before we read the story let’s define the word ‘opinion’.
Funk & Wagnall’s 1956 Dictionary defines the word ‘opinion’ as:
“A conclusion or judgment held with confidence, but falling short of positive knowledge.”
Now back to our story: ‘A Warm Mountain
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who inherited a beautiful log cabin from her parents. This cabin was way up high in the mountains where the snow gets over 20 feet deep in the winter. It had a cozy fireplace and everything the young woman needed.
It was autumn in the mountains. The leaves of the quaking aspens had turned to gold. There was a chill in the air and the sky was clouding over.
The young woman had laid in a supply of food and firewood. She was ready for the coming storm and the long winter ahead.
She wanted to take one more hike in the forest before being snowed in; so she left a crackling fire in the fireplace, pulled on her heavy coat and headed up the mountain behind her cabin.
She hiked for about an hour. She was delighted with the serenity as huge snowflakes began to gently float to the ground through the trees.
The only sound she heard that morning was a faint crunching sound somewhere in the distance behind her. Other than that, everything was beautiful and comforting and peaceful.
Meanwhile back near her cabin, a car has just slid off the primitive mountain road. It has crashed against a tree. There are only two survivors.
A little girl in the back seat has just loosed herself from her seat belt and is struggling to free her baby brother from his car seat.
She is heart broken and terrified by her circumstances; but, she is determined to save her baby brother.
She opens the door and lifts her brother up with her tiny arms. She carries him a few feet across the snow covered ground.
She stops and looks around for help. She sees smoke rising from the chimney of a cabin about a half mile away.
She hugs her baby brother close to her body and trudges with tiny steps toward the cabin.
By the time she gets to the porch she is exhausted. Thank God, the door is unlocked. She pushes through the doorway and lays her baby brother on the couch. He is hungry and crying. She finds some canned milk in a cupboard, opens the can and feeds some to her brother.
It is so good to be in a warm safe place. She wonders what will happen to them. Who owns the cabin? Will they come back soon? Will they welcome their uninvited guests? Will they comfort them? Will they help them? Will they protect them?
The girl’s questions are soon answered as the woman comes through the door. A burst of wind and snow come in with her. The gentle snow has turned into a blizzard.
Winter has come. They will be snowed in here together for months. The snow plows never plow the primitive mountain road near the cabin. Once the snow comes, the road is closed for the winter. That has never bothered the woman before. She likes her privacy; but, now she has uninvited guests.
She goes to the phone and calls her attorney in the city in the valley below.
“Linda, this is Norma. There has been a car wreck up here.
“There is a little girl and a baby in my cabin. I don’t know what to do. What should I do?”
“Norma, the snow is too deep and it’s getting deeper. No one can get through to you right now. You just need to hang tight.”
“Linda, I don’t want these kids here. This is my cabin. I live here because I want my privacy.
“These kids are putting my life in danger. I’m not prepared to take care of them. ......
“I’ve stored enough winter provisions for one person, me. I may not have enough food to feed three people through this winter. ....
“It’s my cabin, my food, my life and I have a right to enjoy it all with quiet privacy. What shall I do with these kids? I need answers, Linda. ”
“OK Norma, I’ll take your dilemma before the authorities at the council meeting tonight. I’ll call you back as soon as I have their decision.”
Down in the city in the valley below, the council comes to order. The authorities are all present. Linda brings Norma’s dilemma before the council.
It is the opinion of two of the nine council members that Norma should protect the children for a few months until winter is over and then someone else can come and get the children and take care of them.
It was the opinion of the other seven council members that:
1. It is Norma’s cabin and she can do with it as she pleases.
2. The children may put Norma’s life in danger.
3. It is Norma’s food, Norma’s firewood, and Norma’s space.
4. Norma has a right to privacy.
The council votes and the opinion of the majority rules. Their decision is:
“Norma can do whatever she pleases with the children.”
Attorney Linda calls Norma with the good news of the council’s decision. “Norma, it is the decision of the council that you can do whatever you want with the children.”
Norma says “thanks.”
Then she leads the little girl and carries the baby through the snow to the edge of a cliff. Then she throws them over the side of the cliff so their little bodies can be torn to pieces by ravenous wolves.
Do you like the end of the story?
It is strange, but people say, “Don’t tell us what is right. Speak to us pleasant words. Tell us smooth things. Give us illusions. Let us hear no more about the Holy One of Israel
So she throws them over the side of the cliff so their little bodies can be torn to pieces by ravenous wolves.
They’ll never get a chance to grow.
They’ll never frolic in the snow.
The ‘opinion’ is ---- the kids can go.
The gift of Life God gave to them,
Has been denied by seven men;
Who did not know when life begins.
They’re all dead now and face their sins.
Judges come and judges go.
Their ‘opinions’ swing to and fro.
You judges are guilty of murder to;
‘Cause...............................
There is a Judge more Supreme than you.
He gave us Life; and Liberty
And pursuit of happiness, don’t you see.
You killed us all in ’73.
Do you like the way the story ends?
I hate the ending.
But this is not really the end.
It gets worse............................ It gets so much worse.
The story has been repeated 50 million times since seven flawed, incompetent, mortal men issued and ‘opinion’ on January 22, 1973 .
Remember the definition of ‘opinion’.
An ‘opinion’ is:
· A conclusion or judgment
· held with confidence,
· but falling short of positive knowledge.
The Judges seem confused about when life begins. They are certainly ‘falling short of positive knowledge.’
The Judges have proved themselves to be flawed and incompetent because their reasoning was without logic.
These seven men ruled that the woman’s right to her liberty and her pursuit of her happiness trumps the babies’ right to life.
The judges failed to see that the right to liberty and the right to pursue happiness are completely dependent on the right to Life for every individual human soul. Life denied to one individual can be denied to any individual.
Did you ever see a free dead person pursuing happiness?
Was this letter painful to read? Would you rather not hear about these tragic facts of death in America
Sometimes people just don’t want to hear the truth. “Speak to us pleasant words. Tell us smooth things. Give us illusions.”
Grandchild, do you like the story?
I hate the story myself. But I would love to hear the end.
It hasn’t ended yet. The story goes on & on.
It will never end, until you end it.
You must convince your generation to end it.
I am ashamed that my generation allowed this to happen.
Grandma & I have tried to influence our generation to end it. Our turn in the battle is almost over. There are too many hard hearts in our generation.
Do you remember the line from my story? “She throws them over the side of the cliff so their little bodies can be torn to pieces by ravenous wolves.
Too many politicians are bribed by campaign contributions from the ravenous wolves that tear their little bodies to pieces.
Seven flawed, incompetent, mortal men have violated their oath to preserve and protect the Constitution of the United States of America Israel
Because of their illogical tragic ‘opinion’ the blood of over 50 million babies cries out to God for judgment on America.
Politicians like President Barack Obama and Senator Claire McCaskill are like the ancient Babylonian King named Belshazzar.
Like King Belshazzar and his court, our government leaders “have praised the gods of silver and gold, of bronze, iron, wood and stone, which do not see, hear or understand. But the God in whose hand are their life-breath and their ways, they have not glorified.________ God has numbered their kingdom and put an end to it. (Dan. 5:23&26 NASB)
God is never pleased with the shedding of innocent blood. I fear that God has already numbered America America
Only you can end this story. Only you can give it a happy ending. Only you can bring this nation to repentance and redemption.
Your generation must step forward and stop the slaughter of innocent helpless babies.
You can start this year by working to defeat Barack Obama in this year’s election. Pray Psalms 109:8 for him.
You can start this year by working to defeat Senator Claire McCaskill in this year’s election. Pray the feminine version of Psalms 109:8 for her.
McCaskill and Obama are both bought and paid for by the ravenous wolves who tear the little bodies to pieces.
Do something to end this story. Please do all you can this year. Oppose all pro-abortion politicians.
2012 may be our last chance as a nation to repent.
For the sake of your future, pray 2nd Chronicles 7:14-15 for our country.
Love and Prayers,
Grandpa Les
