Hospital admits to burning aborted babies in waste incinerator

“One local woman, who asked not to be named, said after the heartache of deciding to have an abortion she was mortified to find the hospital had used the same furnace they burn rubbish in to incinerate her terminated baby.

She said: ‘I am furious and very hurt. Imagine my horror when I discovered that my baby was incinerated in the same furnace as the hospital rubbish.’ “

As Brad and American Thinker have already pointed out, how is it even possible to think this way without seeing what it is you’ve just said?  Talk about straining out a gnat but swallowing a camel. 

You have to wonder how much of the anger and horror is simple projection?

Let me give you an antidote – this from Nick and Anita Haigh.  The song relates to a miscarriage of a baby that was wanted.

Song for Kim

Like the dew upon the flower

Like the mist upon the sea

Settled you down in my affections

Now you’re just a memory

But o my little one, though I cannot see your face, or cradle you within my arms, or feel your warm embrace

Though I cannot hear your laughter, or ever dry your tears, I will hold you in my heart, my little one

Like the clouds race for the heavens

Like the evening shadows fade

Crossed you over the horizon

How I wish you could have stayed

But o my little one, though I cannot see your face, or cradle you within my arms, or feel your warm embrace

Though I cannot hear your laughter, or ever dry your tears, I will hold you in my heart, my little one

To the arms of the Father

To the love of the Son

To the life-giving Spirit

I commit you little one

But o my little one, though I cannot see your face, or cradle you within my arms, or feel your warm embrace

Though I cannot hear your laughter, or ever dry your tears, I will hold you in my heart, my little one