Pictures of the Memorial

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Pictures

Before the memorial was built.  We found a lot of tires on the property that had to be disposed of.

And lots of trash!

And spent a lot of time landscaping the area.

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For Pastors – Fred’s Prayer

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Messages for Pastors

Heavenly Father,
The Psalmist made it very clear:
You make babies in the womb.
You certainly did not intend
For the womb to become a tomb.

When I think of all my country’s sins,
For which I often mourn;
None of them can compare
With killing babies not yet born.

What goes on in a “doctor’s” mind,
While dismembering a precious child?
That whom You have wonderfully made;
Is there any sin so vile?

How do we deal with the kind of people
Who profit from a holocaust?
Destroying almost fifty million:
A mind-boggling human loss.

Why do Americans who pride ourselves
On being civilized,
Not only do not oppose it,
But has it legalized!

What if all those babies
Had been given birth?
What if they’d been treated
With the care for which they’re worth?

Surely out of fifty million
Many would bless this nation:
Another Daniel or a Joseph
To strengthen our foundation.

One thing we must not overlook
The obvious power of prayer
When thousands of God’s children
Are praying everywhere!

Drive us to our knees, O God,
Hear us when we pray.
Obliterate this awful blight,
Bring in a brand new day!

I pray in the Name of Jesus Christ,

AMEN

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For Pastors – By Nancy Warren

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Messages for Pastors

I had two abortions before I came to know Jesus Christ as my Lord and   Savior. I really did not believe I had done wrong. I made a choice and I   believed that all I did was have a legal, medical procedure. My abortions were   both my decision, for completely selfish reasons. I was utterly deceived. I was   actually just beginning to think about attending a church when I had my second   abortion, a friend was inviting me and taking my other two children to the   church. Four months after the second abortion I received Christ into my life and   was baptized in that same church. Then my sin was quite clear to me. I was   horrified by what I had done, choosing to murder my own babies. As I learned and   grew in my relationship with Jesus, I was learning that God had forgiven me. But   I was not forgiving myself and I became stuck there. I believed I couldn’t talk   to anyone about it, it was too horrifying. Finally, my husband, who had to live   with me in my misery daily, asked me what was wrong and I told him. Then the   Lord used my husband’s voice to speak into my ears what they needed to hear, and   I received my forgiveness.

Many in the church are still suffering in silence. The Memorial Wall will   break the silence, it will be a beautiful, tangible place of healing for the   suffering. When the church gets involved and gets behind the building of it and   the support of it, women are going to know it is safe to speak up. They will be   able to move into their healing and freedom in Christ from the shame prison they   are in. Because Christ bore our shame on the Cross, we don’t have to, and it is   so freeing and empowering to know that. I believe these healed women will arise,   a mighty army for the ending of abortion in our nation.

At a conference, two years ago, I heard a word for the church in America. A   word for the whole church. In Matthew 25:1-13 we read the parable of the Ten   Virgins. Most are familiar with the two groups of virgins. There were five wise   virgins, who brought containers with extra oil for their lamps and 5 foolish   virgins who did not bring extra oil. The Bible says in verse 5 “But while the   bridegroom was delayed, they all slumbered and slept.” They ALL slumbered and   slept. All 10 were under the slumbering influence.

Much of the church slumbers now. Deceit and apathy make our spirits slumber   and sleep. We don’t know we are deceived, that’s the way of deceit, it is so   subtle. Hebrews 3: 12 & 13 reads, “Beware, brethren, lest there be in any of   you an evil heart of unbelief in departing from the living God; but exhort one   another daily, while it is called ‘Today’, lest any of you be hardened through   the deceitfulness of sin.” We need to help each other. We need to encourage one   another, exhort one another, and keep one another awake. Galatians 6: 7& 8   says, “Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatsoever a man sows, that he   will also reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption,   but he who sows to the Spirit will out of the Spirit reap everlasting life.”   This passage encourages us to live awakened lives, watchful lives. Making   sacrifices as necessary to avoid slumbering, pursuing the Kingdom of God   purposefully, desiring to be awake when the Bridegroom moves. We cannot sow to   our own comfort and pleasure and expect to reap anything of eternal value in the   Kingdom.

There is an area of deceit within the church that we need to have exposed,   uncovered and a repentant attitude towards and this is abortion. We have been   deceived into silence. It is the enemy’s strategy, an anti-Christ strategy.   America, all of us, are blood guilty. Those who perform abortions are guilty,   women who have abortions are guilty, men who impregnate the women who have the   abortions are guilty, the politicians and judges that allow it to continue on   our law books as legal are guilty. The rest of the church has been in denial   regarding their part. We have all been deceived. The deceit has brought a   silence and a dullness in our hearts regarding the utter horror of abortion. Our   silence, our apathy, our lack of participation in ending abortion in this nation   is our guilt. Christians say, “Well, it’s the law. What can we do?” Christians   say, “The babies are going to heaven anyway.” This is demonic. It is a demonic   spirit lulling the church to slumber and sleep and do little to nothing about   stopping abortion. Babies are dying by the millions and we are sleeping. The   most innocent among us are being slain and we slumber.

Let’s look for a moment at slavery. The people of America allowed slavery to   continue for decades. Once the Dred Scott case, which was an 11 year battle in   the courts for the freedom for slaves, was settled in the courts that slaves by   law were to remain slaves, non-citizens, non-humans – but property only – the   Civil War broke out on American soil and over 600,000 Americans lost their   lives.

The church loves to gather and pray and cry out for revival. It may very well   be those cries are drowned out by the blood of the 50 million babies aborted in   the last 34 years, crying out to the Lord. We must stop the violence in the   land, the blood shed of abortion in the land, before revival will come. We must   fear the Lord. Judgment is coming to America because of the millions of   abortions, because we are silent, because we don’t weep, because we don’t cry   out and intercede, because we don’t wake up. The hour is late. There is a King   coming church, Faithful and True is His name. He is coming to make war, fast   before we know it. We need to be prepared, watching and waiting, not slumbering.   Not in our easy chair, but on our feet taking the Good News of the Kingdom of   Heaven forward, on our knees remaining in the gap, interceding for our   generation and the future generations.

The Lord tells His people in Joel 2:12-24 “Now, therefore, says the Lord,   Turn to Me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping and with mourning. So   rend your hearts and not your garments; return to the Lord your God, for He is   gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness; and He relents from   doing harm. Who knows if He will turn and relent, and leave a blessing behind   Him – a grain offering and a drink offering for the Lord your God?” Let’s ask   God to give us His heart on this. Let’s ask God to break our hearts as His is   broken over the death of 50 million babies. Let’s pray, let’s intercede for our   nation and plead the blood of Jesus over our sin and the sin of our nation.   Let’s ask God to end abortion, daily. Let’s ask again and again and again. Let’s   be silent no more. Let’s wake up, seek God and obey His voice, whatever He   desires us to do.

Let’s get involved in bringing forth the Memorial Wall. God has already   spoken to a group of people that He desires it be done. Since He desires it,   let’s do our part to be sure He has His heart’s desire. I believe the Memorial   Wall will be an everlasting reminder, and a place of eternal healing for our  nation.

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Needs for the Memorial

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Needs

Why do we Need a Memorial Wall?

An Example to take to heart

The Heart of America Memorial Wall for the Unborn has great meaning   for many. Let me tell you the story of one client. This beautiful, talented   client was but thirteen years old when she discovered she was pregnant due to   some incest going on between her and a family member. She was afraid to tell   anyone so went to an unsympathetic abortionist and had an abortion. She went   through a lot of struggles until she heard about Jesus and his desire for all of   us to be whole. She was very attracted to the memorial wall Christians for Life   is building. Several years went by until she decided it was time to memorialize   her children (she had a miscarriage in addition to the abortion). There was such   excitement in her voice for this had been a heart rendering decision. We set the   date and time. She then went on line and told other friends in a chat room for   post abortive women what she was planning on doing. Within 30 minutes time 25   names of babies that were aborted were added for us to memorialize. She has   decided to make this a ministry to bring names periodically to the Heart of   America Memorial Wall for the Unborn to be memorialized.

Many thanks to the volunteers and donors  who have helped with the heavy landscaping, the building of the retaining  wall, and the erecting of the first section of the memorial wall  already full of names on one side.  We are grateful that an  underground sprinkling system was donated and operational.  Through  donations and discounts, the driveway around the memorial, donation  brick sidewalks, and decorative lighting on the Path of Healing are  complete.  Entrance columns are being erected.

Funds are still needed for a gazebo  and fencing to finish Phase I.  We are currently taking bids for the  Gazebo, estimated at $10,000.  Volunteers are needed to work during the  times listed on the Home Page.  We encourage you to  pray about funds and/or volunteers to facilitate these beautiful  grounds.  If in your prayers, you feel God would have you partner with us  financialaly or volunteer, please feel welcome.  God Bless all of you  who already are, you are important to this great cause.

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Barb Gosa’s Poem

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Poems

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY UNBORN CHILD:

In just a few minutes she was gone from me.
Minutes, that will linger through my eternity.
A choice; my choice. Freely made.
I choose death over life; my sins were laid…
Laid before my eyes and burned deep in my soul.
There was no turning back. I saw nowhere to go.
And I cried, “God help me! Get me out of here!”
His answer came; I turned a deaf ear.
I listened instead to society’s call;
“Abortion’s okay, just tissue. Really nothing at all”.
It was many years later I learned it all was a lie.
I was empty and lonely, way deep down inside.
I no longer could hide my memories of pain.
Or the overwhelming feelings of regret and shame.
I would not have cried if it was “just tissue” I lost.
Someone died inside me at a terrible cost.
This small heart once beating now forever is still.
A cry won’t be heard; a voice won’t be filled.
Eyes that will not see blue skies and green grass.
And legs, never to walk on this earth or run fast.
These things were all formed on the child inside me.
This is what society did not want me to see.
But God spoke to my heart and put the truth there.
Now I have to speak out, His knowledge to share.
When Jesus said, “Father forgive them they know not what they do.”
He was praying for me, He knew my sin too.
And when Christ died on that cross in anguish and pain.
He died there for me. Took my guilt. Covered my shame.
Forgiveness was there I just had to ask,
And with God’s love, FOREVER, the healing will last.
Yet, there are so many hurting because of a “choice” that they made.
Feeling hopeless and barren. Unaware their sin has been paid.
My prayer is to reach them so they again could rejoice.
And to help teach society, abortion’s a very poor choice.
Because decisions made quickly with thoughts that run wild,
Last forever; like the memory, of my unborn child.
-BJGosa-

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Tori’s Poem

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Poems

Tori (A mother’s grief)

I feel you today..
I know you are near..
Up above watching   over me..
We shared precious moments together
When I was only a child   myself
I remember laying in my bed
wondering what it would be like
I   felt you kicking
I talked to you.
I knew you were going to be a   gymnist
The way you would kick and do flips
I was scared and lonely…_I   had no idea what I was
going to do with you
I was so young, scared and   confused…
Nobody knew
Nobody asked
How could nobody notice?
At 26   1/2 weeks I lost you…
You were taken away from me
I didn’t think I had   any other choice.
The love of my life was gone
He gave you to me…
I   held your little body
So still and lifeless
So beautiful
You were a   tiny angel…
Always my angel…
I felt so much regret…
I didn’t   think you would be so real…
But there you were with fingers and   toes
Perfectly formed…
My heart broke that day…
My life changed   forever…
I lost you that day…
At the hands of somebody   cruel…
Somebody who did not value you
Somebody who did not value me
I   wish somebody had been there…
To take away the pain
To tell me I didn’t   have to do that
To tell me it was ok to keep you
Nobody prepared me for   that day
Nobody held my hand as I said goodbye

Nobody told me I would feel like this

Nobody told me I would regret it….

Nobody told me this would haunt me
Nobody knew…
The people   who did know didn’t care…
He took you just like that
You were   gone…
No more kicking
No more dreaming of what it would be like
To   have you by my side forever…
No more you and me against the world…
You   were gone…
A part of me was forever gone too…
I hope you have forgiven   me
I hope you’re in heaven
You would be so grown now..
So beautiful   and bright…
One day I will meet you again…
One day we will be   together…
I love you Tori….

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SATURDAY, TEN

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Poems

Words and music by Charles Wray ©2005

She stepped from the clinic, so lost and forlorn,
I couldn¹t help asking, on that Tuesday morn,
So how old are you, child, and what is your name?
I’m sixteen, she whispered, her head bowed in shame.
Please tell me your name, child, and why you are here.
I’ve made an appointment, she whispered in fear.
My name’s not important, I can’t tell you now,
But I’ve got to get through this, get through it somehow.
I waited a moment.
It was easy to see, She needed a friend, and a friend I could be.
For desperate people with fear in their eyes
Need someone to listen and not criticize.
I’m pregnant, she told me, I’m three months along.
I know it is foolish—I know it is wrong,
But I’ll get an abortion as soon as I can
For a baby’s not part of my overall plan.
On Saturday morning I’ll be here at ten.
In less than an hour my problem will end.
I’ll do it before I have started to show,
So Mommy and Daddy will not have to know.
I looked at this young girl, so helpless, so lost
And said,
Are you sure you have counted the cost?
For when it is over, the deed has been done,
A lifetime’s regretting has only begun.
She said, I don’t care—I have made up my mind.
The money is paid and the paper is signed.
On Saturday morning I’ll walk through that door
And soon everything will be fine as before.
Next Sunday morning, to church I will go
With Mommy and Daddy, who never did know. And I’ll look to the cross, and then, only then, I’ll wish to my soul……   it was Saturday, ten.

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Prayer for the Unborn

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Poems

What would you  have been?
We’ll never know.
What would you  have become?
We’ll never know.
Did you have  dreams?
Did you have  hopes?
You were taken  away much too soon.
You didn’t even  have a chance to get started.
Snatched from the  womb as soon as your
Heart began to  beat.
I’ so sorry  little ones.
There will always  be a tear shed for what should have been.
A beating heart  forever stopped.
Dimples cheeks  and smiling eyes, never to be seen.
There are so many  of you lost to us.
We gather  together and hold hands as tears course down
Our cheeks to say  prayers for the mothers that you are lost to.
Some were too  young.
Some were  ignorant.
Some just didn’t  care.
So enjoy your  stay in heaven, little ones.
Maybe one day  your mothers will join you there.

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I remember

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Poems

I remember…..It  was on a Monday when I found about you. And I cried all day.
I remember…..It  was a Tuesday when I made the decision.
I remember…..It  was Wednesday when I make the call.
I remember…..It  was Thursday and I cried all day.
I remember…..It  was Friday when I checked in.
I remember…..It  was Saturday when they took you from my body.
I remember…..It  was Sunday as I lie in bed felling empty as a tear trickled from my eye down  the side of my face and disappeared into the stark white hospital pillow.
And my hands  resting on my now empty womb; I remember
I remember too  much.

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Bill & Linnea Rein’s Testimony

Posted on 9th September 2011 in Poems

Heart of America Memorial Wall for the Unborn Dedication Ceremony

September 11, 2010

It is hard for me to understand how truly remarkable events come to pass in my life.

For example, I never intended to work in a government job, and yet I worked 30 years for the State of Kansas; all because a pipeline foreman I worked for during the summers of my college years happened to live in Larned where a large state hospital was located. What I intended as a simple visit to an old friend became a career.

I never intended to leave Central Kansas, and yet I have lived in Topeka now for 26 years; all because a short memo I wrote to an immediate supervisor was passed on to her supervisor who worked in Topeka.
I never intended to get married, and yet I have been married to the same girl for almost 35 years; all because I enrolled in an evening Chemistry class for no good reason.

None of these things were intentional in the beginning; but they all led to such big events in my life. When I took the short-term actions, I never imagined where they would lead.

I never intended to be standing in front of the Heart of America Memorial Wall for the Unborn. This Wall was never a planned destination for me. Nothing like it ever crossed my mind. But, I’m here. I’m here because those who planned, and built this wall, understood the “hurting heart of a woman” far better than I ever will.

There was a time when having a child was not that important to me. But, it was to my wife. Her heart was shattered three times by miscarriages, when I hardly knew what they were. I held her night after night, and carried her to bed, when she was too “heavy with grief” to walk there on her own. But I never really understood what she was feeling. I was confused; but she was in pain- the kind of pain that turns to indescribable loneliness because no one could really feel what she felt. I couldn’t, her friends couldn’t, no one could. She was losing children, while I was losing her.

For me, I couldn’t really understand what having a child was like until our daughter, Lindsay, was born in 1995. And, only after 15 years with Lindsay, do I know what my wife was feeling when she was losing her children. There was no Memorial Wall for her, then. There wasn’t even a husband who really understood.

We have come to dedicate this Wall- each of us in our own way. Some lost a first child, or a last child, or an only child. Many come with a Mother’s Heart. And some, with a Father’s Heart more sensitive than mine. But we all know why we’re here. This Wall will make a difference whatever the journey has been. It stands for the past, the present, and the future. It stands for those on earth and those in heaven.
It stands, because children bring so much joy to this planet.

It stands, because there will always be Mothers and Fathers who love their unborn children- even if some of us had to be instructed by life to find our way here.

Today, we come together. Tomorrow, we may come alone. But, however people come, and for however long they keep coming, their thoughts will be on children- and the wonders they bestow. Here, life is always important. Here is the place to remember our unborn children.

Bill and Linnea Rein of Topeka, Kansas

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