Miracles in the Trash: The Aborted Savior of the World

By Barbara Hendrix

A mothers womb has become the most dangerous place in the world. Innocent life is not to be relegated to the trash cans of the world. In this musical, God wants to bring humanity back into the embrace of his divine love, a humanity that has boldly stepped onto the pathway of its annihilation, through the catalysts of abortion and homosexuality. Truth has the ability to change hearts and minds, and God is truth.

A beautiful, unique life is to be cherished and cared for because it is the most precious of gifts from the creative heart of God. What if Mary had aborted Jesus, the Son of God? In this play, she does and is punished by God with a life that never ends. After Jesus is aborted and has resumed his heavenly state, he is torn between the love that he has for his mother and his Father, who seeks to have his mother tried in a court of law for the murder of his Son, and thus the Church of God.

This play sets the stage for the unthinkable and unravels the answers to the controversial questions surrounding a womans decision to abort her miracle, a gift from the love and very heart of God. Miracles in the Trash portrays abortion from Gods perspective, and his boundless love for each individual life he has created, revealing that life begins in the heart and mind of God, and that he knows who we are before we are even conceived. Biblical references support that fact. If we believe that God is all-knowing, then it leads to only one conclusion, that he knew who we were before our mother even met our father.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Sep 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781449742317

Barbara Hendrix

Barbara Hendrix was born in Shreveport, Louisiana, raised in Richmond, California, and currently resides in Oakland, California. She graduated from the Pacific School of Religion in Berkeley, California with a M.Div., and from the University of California at Berkeley with a B.A. She has four children, Valerie, Signora, Bobby, and Anjanette, and three grandchildren, Latora, Karrington, Isaiah, and a great grand daughter, Alanna. To arrange appointments for speaking engagements, visit her websites for contact information. www.miraclesinthetrash.com www.confidentialityforpastors.com

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Miracles

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The Aborted Savior of the World

Barbara Hendrix

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Copyright © 2012 by Barbara Hendrix.

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ISBN: 978-1-4497-4233-1 (hc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2012904088

WestBow Press rev. date: 9/12/2012

Contents

ACT I Scene 1  The Council Seat of God

ACT I Scene 2  The Dance of the Angels

Act II Scene 1  The René C. Davidson Superior Court, Dept. 11

ACT II Scene 2  The Dance of Death

ACT II Scene 3  The Dance of Life

ACT II Scene 4  The René C. Davidson Superior Court, Dept. 11

Act II Scene 5  The Dance of Molech

Act II Scene 6  The René C. Davidson Superior Court, Dept. 11

Act II Scene 7  The Dance of God

Act II Scene 8  The René C. Davidson Superior Court, Dept. 11

ACT III Scene 1  Closing Statements

ACT III Scene 2  The Dance of the Unborn

ACT III Scene 3  The Verdict

ACT III Scene 4  A Sword Fight on the Battlefield of the Universe

ACT III Scene 5  God Turns Time Back

ACT III Scene 6  Jesus’ Love Song

ACT III Scene 7  Epilogue: The Council Seat of God

To my first love, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,

who patiently taught me how to walk on water.

Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before

thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and

I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. Jeremiah 1:5

Preface

On January 20, 2011 in Philadelphia, Dr. Kermit Barron Gosnell was charged with late-term abortion murders. Babies were born alive in the sixth, seventh, and eighth month of pregnancy, even though their spinal cords were allegedly severed with scissors. Bags and bottles holding aborted fetuses, and severed heads and feet were found on a shelf in the building.¹

An airport security officer saw something moving in one of the trash bags being carried from the airplane that had just landed at Manila’s airport. Upon inspection, a newborn baby wrapped in tissue paper, and covered with blood was found in the trash.²

A newborn baby was discovered in the trash can in Phoenix, Arizona. The 24-year-old mother was arrested on suspicion of first-degree murder.³

The remains of 17 abortion victims were found in the trash by a pro-life activist. Over 1,000 people attended the funeral Mass at a cathedral in Lansing, Michigan on November 20, 2010.⁴

In Stanton, California, the body of a newborn baby was found behind a restaurant in a trash bin wrapped in plastic. A 19-year-old woman was arrested on suspicion of murder.⁵

On the morning of March 3, 2010, the body of a newborn baby was found in a trash container in Redondo Beach, California.⁶

At Phoenix Middle School a public school administrator found a newborn baby boy alive, and screaming inside a trash can with his umbilical cord still attached. The Phoenix police are investigating the discovery of the baby boy.⁷

A newborn baby was left in a trash bin soon after birth in Emporia, Kansas. The police are trying to locate the mother. Apartment maintenance staff members found the full-term baby Friday morning in a dumpster near an apartment complex. The baby was taken to a hospital and was doing fine.⁸

A baby boy was found in the trash bin outside of 680 14th Street, in downtown Oakland, California, and was pronounced dead at Children’s Hospital in Oakland.⁹

These nine stories are no doubt miniscule in number compared with the overall number of babies left in trash cans worldwide, not to mention the millions of babies legally, but immorally aborted worldwide every day. This wholesale destruction of innocent human life in our societies must come to an end. This fictitious musical play is a mirror reflecting the truth about abortion. It is a loud, screaming cry to anyone who has the heart to listen, and to help stop this holocaust; the murder perpetuated against millions of innocent babies.

That cry is birthed from the atrocity that abortion represents. That cry is birthed from the silent voices of the unborn who will never know the love of a mother or father; babies who are coldly and cruelly relegated to the trash cans all over the world before they ever breathe their first breath. Where does life come from? Is not its originator God? Shall we then throw the God-created life back into His face as though it were a very little thing? We must not fail to remember that God is a God of judgment. Galatians 6:7 says, Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. It is a frightful thought to contemplate considering all the aborted babies that never saw the light of day, that God knowing all things, knows the exact number, and if He decided to exact a life for life recompense, who then would He select?

What if someone knocked on your door today, and told you that your life has been forfeited and they handcuffed you and took you away, never to be seen again? You knew that you had not done anything wrong, and you could not understand why your life was ending. You were innocent, yet your life was taken away from you. And later, after your murder, your body parts were sold for the purpose of scientific experimentation. How would you feel? How would you respond, helpless, bound, and deliberately murdered? What would your last thoughts be? Would you pray and ask God for justice for the wrongful taking of your life? Would you cry and scream to those murdering you? Perhaps you would say, You can’t do this to me. You have no right to take my life. I have a moral right to live my life. I have done nothing worthy of death. I have committed no crime. Why are you doing this to me?

Irresponsibility, undesirability, and inconvenience are the usual culprits. At abortion’s root is an immense disrespect for life, its origins and its originator, the God of all creation. It is the abuse of the creative forces innate in life; a gift from the God who is Love. Where shall we go when the recompense arrives? Under which rock shall we hide from an angry, omniscient, omnipresent God, in an attempt to escape His judgment for what we allowed to occur, because we accepted the unacceptable as the norm in the society in which we live?

Dramatis Personae Assemblage

GOD: The Creator, Prosecutor

CHOIR

JESUS: The Son of God, Plaintiff

ELIJAH: Prophet

ARGHANGEL GABRIEL: Replaces God as Prosecutor

ANGELIC HOST OVER THE TEARS OF THE WORLD

ANGELIC HOST OVER THE WORLD’S WEALTH AND GOVERNMENTS

ANGELIC HOST OVER SIN’S RECOMPENSE

ANGELIC HOST OVER HUMAN DESTINY

MOSES: Delivered Israel from Egypt, Witness for the Prosecution

ARCHANGEL MICHAEL: Judge

ABRAHAM: The Father of a Multitude

SATAN: Fallen archangel, Defense Attorney

JOHN: Bailiff

SHIPHRAH: Hebrew midwife, Lead Defense Attorney, Replaces Satan

PUAH: Hebrew midwife, Co-Defense Attorney, Replaces Satan

COURT REPORTER

THE VOICE OF THE UNBORN: A Children’s Choir

NORMA MCCORVEY: Roe v. Wade

DR. MICHELINE M. MATHEWS-ROTH

GIANNA JESSEN: Abortion Survivor

AMY CHARLTON: Abortion Survivor

SARAH SMITH: Abortion Survivor

HEIDI HUFFMAN: Abortion Survivor

MS. AUDREY: Abortion Survivor

BRENDA PRATT SHAFER: Registered Nurse

MARY JOHNSON: Defendant, Mary, the Mother of Jesus

SARAH: Wife of Abraham

PRESIDING JUROR

COURT CLERK

JOSEPH: Betrothed Husband of Mary

Music Lyrics

1. FROM THE WOMB OF THE MORNING: God

2. THE DANCE OF THE UNIVERSE: The Universe

3. WHO WILL PICK UP THE PIECES OF MY REJECTED LOVE: God/Jesus

4. I AM SATAN, THE REJECTED SON: Satan

5. THE ANGELS ARE MOURNING/THE DANCE OF THE ANGELS: Archangel Gabriel

6. NO NEW TESTAMENT: Satan

7. IN THE BEGINNING GOD: Moses

8. THE SILENT CRY: Death

9. MIRACLES IN THE TRASH I: Choir

10. MIRACLES IN THE TRASH II: God

11. MOTHER, MOTHER: Jesus

12. MY LITTLE ONES, MY MIRACLES: God

13. BEFORE: GOD’S SONG OF LOVE TO HUMANITY: God

14. A MOTHER’S TEARS AND CHILDREN’S BLOOD: Choir

15. COME INTO THIS DARKNESS WITH US: Choir

16. COME INTO THIS LIGHT WITH US: Choir

17. PLEASE DON’T SACRIFICE ME TO MOLECH:

Voice of the Unborn (A Children’s Choir)

18. I CHANGED MY MIND: Norma McCorvey

19. WHAT IS THIS COLLECTION OF HUMAN CELLS?:

Gianna Jessen

20. WHAT CRIME HAVE I COMMITTED?: Voice of the Unborn

21. IN THE WOMB OF DANGER: Voice of the Unborn

22. UNWANTED, UNDESIRED, UNLOVED:

Voice of the Unborn

23. WHO IS MY MOTHER? WHO IS MY FATHER?:

Voice of the Unborn

24. ABORTED BABIES SCREAMING FOR LIFE: God

25. MARY’S SONG: Mary

26. MOTHER: Jesus

27. WHITE ROSES AND EMERALDS OF HIS LOVE: Mary

28. WE WANT TO LIVE: The Voice of the Unborn, God

29. MARY’S BLUES: FATHER, FORGIVE ME: Mary

30. MOTHER MAY I?: Jesus

31. THIS GIFT OF LIFE: Mary (14 Years Old)

32. I AM THE ROSE OF SHARON, AND THE LILY OF THE VALLEYS: Jesus

33. LIFE BEGINS IN THE MIND OF GOD: The Angelic Hosts

ACT I

Scene 1  The Council Seat of God

Setting: The Council Seat of God in Heaven is lit by beautiful golden light.

Background: Angels are singing softly, barely audible, Holy, holy, holy continuously accompanied by indescribably beautiful music, as if heard from a very far distance.

At Rise: God is standing alone on a balcony-like structure looking out over the exquisitely beautiful Aurora Borealis Universe, and He begins to sing. Spectacular images of the universe are shown while God is singing.

GOD

(Song: FROM THE WOMB OF THE MORNING¹)

From the womb of the morning

From the beginning of time

In the beauty of holiness I created the

Sons and daughters of Adam and Eve

Wonderful, precious and unique

Heirs to the Promise of Abraham

From the womb of the morning

From the beginning of time

The uniqueness of a newborn babe

Wrapped up in the arms of my love

The smile of trust written upon

The soft, tiny face of life anew

From the womb of the morning

From the beginning of time

Cocooned in the womb of peace

A treasure yet to unfold in the

Beauty of my infinite love

From the womb of the morning

From the beginning of time

From worlds within worlds

A portion of my glory wrapped within

Little boys and girls anxious to

Live out their destiny; unique gifts of life

Created by my own hand, birthed into

A complex land of questions, and

Elusive answers they must diligently

Search for with perseverance

From the womb of the morning

From the beginning of time

Birthed into life to blossom in

The sunlight of hope and discovery

Like beautiful sunlit butterflies

Flitting from flower to flower

From experience to experience

From the womb of the morning

From the beginning of time

Little feet following in the

Pathway of a destiny that

Rises up before them like a

Guiding light in the darkness

From the womb of the morning

From the beginning of time

The gentle breeze of my love

Wafting over their lives

Lovingly, hovering just above

Their heads, whispering the

Secrets of the mystery of my

Profound gift of life, and the

Whys of the perplexities that

They will inevitably encounter

From the womb of the morning

From the beginning of time

The miraculous gift of life

Emerged from my heart’s love,

Was birthed into the challenge that

Life presents, and returns to me

Their Creator and first love

The Father of my created life born

THE UNIVERSE

(Song: THE DANCE OF THE UNIVERSE)

After God’s song the Universe, a multi-colored, beautiful complexity reflecting God’s power and creativity, the stars, moon, sun, planets, comets, and galaxies, all awakens and serenades God as He stands on the balcony. The Universe responds to God in oneness of love and adoration, praising Him for all his wonderful creative work, and then dances a ballet for Him.

The dance costumes, particularly the women’s wide, flowing, skirts match the colors and patterns of the universe. Sequins and lights powered by batteries used to enhance the costumes effect to capture the various lights of the galaxies portrayed. Make-up on face, hands, hair, and any flesh that may be seen will be the same colors and patterns as the costumes, creating an unbroken flow from the dancer’s bodies to their costumes.

Hubble photographic images of the universe will be used as inspiration to create the fabrics/costumes; specifically, Hubble Images and God (As Seen from the Eyes of God), Hubble Telescope Pictures with Pachelbel’s Canon by TheLightMomentCOM.

The ballet dance is performed by men and women partners, whose specific costume is inspired by a particular space photo of the Universe, with God watching from the balcony. The dancers appear to be dancing in mid-air representing the Universe.

Holy Father, creator of all that is

How we adore you, now we praise you

With our hearts of gladness, because you

Have created us from your heart’s love

Holy Father, creator of all that is

We dance the dance of everlasting praise

We worship you in holiness, we are overflowing

With joy and happiness to be in your holy presence

Holy Father, creator of all that is

You bring us pleasant fruits of divine love

You shower us with the eternal sparkles of

Peace and joy, the elements of life anew

Holy Father, creator of all that is

We bow down before you in supplication

We adore you and worship before you

Our hearts are gathered wholly unto you

Holy Father, creator of all that is

We sing this song of praise and worship

We are your creation, we are your workmanship

We are yours for all of eternity, you are our bliss

We give to you our all, our eternal praises

For to be in your presence is the source of our

Unspeakable joy; the life we live is dedicated

To serving and worshiping you forever and ever

God acknowledges the praise of the Universe by blessing them, and goes inside where members of the Council Seat of God are sitting around an intricately carved table. The table, constructed of a wooden circle fitted perfectly within a gold square, has eleven high back, intricately carved wooden chairs that match the center wooden circle within the table. The top of the table has the Ten Commandments carved into it. God’s ornate chair is gold.

The members of the Council Seat of God all stand as God enters and sits in his chair. They then all sit down after God is seated. Jesus is seated at His right; Abraham is seated at His left. Clockwise from Abraham seated at the table are Archangel Michael, Moses, the Angelic Host over Human Destiny, dressed in garments of many shades of purple, Satan’s former seat is empty, the Angelic Host over Sin’s Recompense, dressed in blood red garments, the Angelic Host over the World’s Wealth and Governments, dressed in multi-colored garments, the Angelic Host over the Tears of the World, dressed in royal purple and baby blue, adorned with blue sapphire jewels, and Archangel Gabriel, and at Jesus’ right sits Elijah the Prophet. Satan is leaning against the wall over in the corner.

All the rest of the members of the council, except Satan, are dressed in white robe-like garments of varying designs with pants underneath and two swords at their side. Only God’s robe is trimmed in gold fabric to distinguish Him from the rest and is encrusted with large diamonds, and the handle of his two swords are encrusted with numerous rare jewels.

There is a gold crown on God’s head set with various rare jewels. He is wearing a very large princess cut diamond on a thick gold chain around his neck. Jesus’ white garments are encrusted with emeralds, both hilts of His swords are encrusted with emeralds as well, and large emerald rings adorn both his hands.

Jesus also has a crown on his head set in gold with 12 stones in four rows, representing the 12 tribes of Israel. The 1st row, sardius-Reuben, topaz-Simeon, carbuncle-Levi, the 2nd row, emerald-Judah, sapphire-Dan, diamond-Naphtali, the 3rd row, ligure-Gad, agate-Asher, amethyst-Issachar, and the 4th row, beryl-Zebulon, onyx-Joseph, and jasper-Benjamin, with the names of the children of Israel engraved on their stone.² Satan is dressed in black garments trimmed in red with a sword encrusted with rubies at his waist. Satan has a large ruby ring on his left hand. Other council members are wearing rings and necklaces and various jewels displaying the infinite wealth of God.

GOD

Jesus.

JESUS

My Lord and my Father.

GOD

Stands and begins to pace back and forth as He speaks.

Everything that I created is doing exactly what I created them to do except man! The birds are soaring high on the wind. The dolphins are playing in the oceans’ deep. The sun is rising and setting. The moon is all aglow lighting the night sky as is its purpose. The stars are in their designated place twinkling in the night skies all over the world. The Aurora Borealis is still a symphony of wonderful beauty that I created it to be, and serenades me always in its silent splendor. The bears hibernate in the wintertime. The eagles soar high in the sky laying on the wind, a testament to my infinite wisdom. The bees make the sweetest honey. The hummingbirds’ flight is a mid-air wonder that I love to behold, as I listen to the rapid tempo of their gentle wings. The whales, majestically soaring and leaping high towards the sky, piercing the water’s cerulean blue surface, are my special joy.

As I look back in time, my finite creation, I am astounded when I see the backwardness of man, who is the epitome of my love’s expression. I created mankind to praise and worship me. Where, I ask, is my praise? Where, I ask, is my worship? Am I not the God of all creation? Am I not the God of the past, the present, and the future? Is there a god greater than I? Am I not worthy of praise and worship from my creation?

The Universe of my creation praises me always in song and dance. All of my creation is a choir of pure praise in my ears perpetually, and then we have man, whose sporadic diluted praise is filtered through the lens of his sin and barely reaches my ears. In the midst of this sporadic diluted praise, I also hear the pure notes of praise issuing from those with a right heart towards me. It is their pure praise that gives me perfect joy.

If only the orchestra was whole. The symphony of praise and worship would be my delight. I am a Father whose children have rejected the love I have towards them by the multitudes, and they have gone their own way, a way not ordained by me, a way I taught them not.

God looks over at Satan leaning against the wall and continues speaking while staring directly at him.

Their hearts are cold towards me as though I am not their Father, as though I created them not, as though my love was meaningless, because it was so callously cast to the ground.

GOD/JESUS

(Song: "GOD’S LOVE SONG:

Who Will Pick Up the Pieces of My Rejected Love?")

GOD

Still standing, God begins to sing to the audience who represents his created humanity.

Who will pick up the pieces of my rejected love?

JESUS

Stands and sings with God.

I tried to pick up the pieces of your rejected love!

GOD

My rejected love lay on the ground, abandoned, desolate

And weary, yet I keep trying to enter your cold hearts

Trying to break through the frost of winter’s haze

Trying to pierce through the lies forged by sin

Trying to begin again and form relationships anew

With my heart’s love, whom I court relentlessly

Showering her with the forever blossoms of my adoration,

But the door to her heart is closed to all my hesitant advances

Who will pick up the pieces of my rejected love?

JESUS

I tried to pick up the pieces of your rejected love!

GOD

I send love letters to her wandering heart,

But they are all returned to me unopened

I serenade her from the serene hills of peace and

Tranquility, trying to wrap her in the warmth of

Infinity, but alas, she will have none of me!

I peek through the walls of anger that surrounds her soul

And whisper words of hope to dispel her despair,

But my words are flung back to me, and they soar

Through the finite winds of time, I am so inclined to

Await her patiently, because I truly want her to be mine

Who will pick up the pieces of my rejected love?

JESUS

I tried to pick up the pieces of your rejected love!

GOD

Shall I lay my love on the wings of doves and send

It soaring into the misty skies of hopefulness?

Or shall I dig a hole in the place of forgetfulness, and

Bury my love in the callous ground of her nonchalance?

Shall I dismiss the Kiss of Eternity that we shared,

Before I created time, and placed her within its arms

Momentarily, while I impatiently await her return to me?

Or shall I coral the forces of evil that has surrounded

Her and captured her heart, replacing me with temporal

Things that are really of very little significance?

Or shall I be her dragon slayer and open a way to

Lovingly guide her back into my eternal embrace?

Who will pick up the pieces of my rejected love?

JESUS

I tried to pick up the pieces of your rejected love!

GOD

I am your abandoned love, the one you once adored

You are the one I sprinkled multi-colored rose petals

On the ground for you to walk upon in heaven’s glow

Just so you will know, I gave my heart’s love to you unabashedly

You are my poignant song, the echo of my very soul

I gave to you of the infinite stars of my creativity,

Making you uniquely beautiful in my somber eyes

It was a lover’s gaze that perused the beauty of your essence

That curious blend of the finite with the infinity of myself

Oh my beloved, can you hear my searching song of love

Reaching out longingly, patiently, to your adulterous heart?

Who will pick up the pieces of my rejected love?

JESUS

I tried to pick up the pieces of your rejected love!

GOD

Can we start this journey once again and become friends anew

Until the end of time, when we will share an eternal embrace?

Can I now turn my face towards the sun of hope?

I am weary with groping in the darkness of your minds,

Trying to find the illusive avenues that lead

To the fortress of your wandering heart

Shall I become a blacksmith and heat up the fires

Of my jealous love, and lay you down on the anvil of new

Possibilities, and cause your stubbornness to melt away,

While I reshape your callous heart to become one with mine,

While you dwell in the space I designated as Time?

My sublime love has sought you out unceasingly,

Yet you persist in your elusive behavior towards me

Who will pick up the pieces of my rejected love?

JESUS

I tried to pick up the pieces of your rejected love!

Jesus sits.

GOD

Who is your husband?

Am I not He?

Who is your Prince?

Am I not He?

Who is your unforgettable love?

Am I not He?

Am I not married to you?

Did we not exchange vows of everlasting love?

I am the enchanting fragrance of new worlds on the horizon

I am the one tip-toeing upon the clouds of impossibility

To escort you back into my love’s embrace

I am the one waiting with the eternal ring of

An exquisite love that will encircle all the

Boundaries of your heart and make you mine

I am the one who takes ambling walks through the

Universe of my creation hoping that you will join me there

For a pleasant stroll along the pathways of eternal bliss

GOD

God throws his hands up in a what’s the use gesture and returns to his seat.

Elijah.

ELIJAH

Most adored One.

GOD

Gabriel.

ARCHANGEL GABRIEL

My gracious and kind Father.

GOD

Angelic Host over the Tears of the World, update us on the status of the world’s tears.

ANGELIC HOST OVER THE TEARS OF THE WORLD

When an Angelic Host speaks, it is with a thousand voices that make up his collective coalition.

My Divine One, the world’s tears are overflowing the banks of the Twin Rivers of Despair and Suffering.

GOD

Why are my people crying so? Before you answer that question, synchronize your voices.

ANGELIC HOST OVER THE TEARS OF THE WORLD

Host inhales deeply to synchronize the collective voices to sound like one voice.

Pardon me my Lord, but you know how they are. Every voice wants to be heard individually. To answer your question my Faithful Lord and Father, your people are crying predominately because their hearts are broken. They, in their ignorance, are continually searching for love in the wrong places. They are not aware, most of them anyway, that you, my Father, are the love that they seek. Moreover, in the process, they have misplaced their trust in human beings who are fraught with frailty, and come away disillusioned and very deeply hurt.

Your children are weeping into their pillows night after night because of emotional, verbal, physical, and sexual abuse. They have been scarred and wounded, some to the point that they have loss normal functionality, as it relates to their psychological well-being. Many children have run away from their abusive homes, and have sold themselves into prostitution in order to survive. As you know, depraved and wicked people, who play an enormous role in the overflow of tears that are continuously running down the Twin Rivers of Despair and Suffering, prey upon the young in every society.

Millions of women are crying because they regret aborting their babies, and are mentally tortured daily because of it. They cannot find peace because they seek to drown their sorrows in negative ways instead of seeking your forgiveness my Lord.

Some of your people are crying because they have lost their loved ones, and cannot fathom why you have taken them away. They are angry at you, and therefore will not allow you to comfort them. They do not yet understand that my Lord God gives, and my Lord God takes away, that in all circumstances your will is supreme and your name is to be praised. They do not yet comprehend the mysteries of life, the why behind its beginning and the why behind its ending; nor do they comprehend the permeated evil present in the world that often is the foundation of their pain and distress.

Blessed be the name of the Lord in confusion and doubt. Blessed be the name of the Lord through pain and suffering. Blessed be the name of the Lord in the midst of the greatest of trials and tribulations. Your people are crying tears of pain, most Holy Father, because they do not comprehend that a rose petal cannot fall to the ground without your knowledge and permission. Nor are they aware that the whole of creation will cease to exist without your will to continue it.

A large majority of your people are crying out of want and need. They are suffering because of the greed of the few who have forsaken righteousness, and cast the poor and needy into incessant pools of degradation and utter despair, while pointing their finger at them, and saying to whoever will listen, that the poor are poor because of their own faults, when in fact the incessant greed of the few have swallowed up the world’s wealth, and try unsuccessfully to protect it behind the bars of their silent shame.

GOD

Thank you for the rather disturbing but unsurprising report Angelic Host over the Tears of the World. Horrendous deeds proliferate primarily because of the darkness that is covering them, however, my plan is to shine the Light of Recompense in the Darkness of Evil and reveal to the world those secret sins, and cause the world to vomit up daily all of its hidden inhuman monsters, particularly those who cloak themselves in righteousness.

Angelic Host over the World’s Wealth and Governments, do you have a report prepared concerning the precarious state of the worlds’ wealth and governments?

ANGELIC HOST OVER THE WORLD’S

WEALTH AND GOVERNMENTS

When an Angelic Host speaks, it is with a thousand voices that make up a collective coalition.

My most adored Father, I do.

GOD

Once again, synchronize your voices.

ANGELIC HOST OVER THE WORLD’S

WEALTH AND GOVERNMENTS

Host inhales deeply to synchronize a thousand voices.

Forgive me my Lord. The world’s wealth is unstable as you well know, since you are the creator of its instability as a recompense for sin, I believe. Nevertheless, some governments are somewhat more wobbly than others, due to the rampant misappropriation of their countries funds. Many world leaders have adorned themselves with their country’s wealth, and channeled it to those few wealthy individuals at the top of the stratum through despicable means, and at times, outright convoluted theft. Thus, many of the world’s leaders are corrupt, and unsuitable to be in positions of power, because they systematically abuse that power to the detriment of the many, to wrap themselves immodestly in the wealth of the land.

Greed proliferates on the earth because humanity has not yet grasped the simple concept that everything that is belongs to you most gracious Lord of lords. Man does not understand that it is God they are actually robbing when they steal, and misappropriate funds through lies and cruel, complex deceptions. They make that misstep often, and are seemingly unaware that your eyes and ears see and hear all things, that there is nothing outside of your unlimited purview.

GOD

Thank you Angelic Host over the World’s Wealth and Governments. You have certainly brought the world’s greed scenario