Rescue Asia Bibi

After five postponements, the Court of Appeals in Lahore, Pakistan convicted Asia Bibi for her Christian faith.
 
Asia Bibi is being charged with blasphemy and apostasy for holding fast to her Christian faith in the predominantly muslim country. During her defense hearing, the prosecution had Islamic imams waiting in the wings to intimidate witnesses who testified on behalf of Asia Bibi.

Can the court of an Islamic judge rule with independence, neutrality and objectivity under the intimidating presence of 20 mullahs? How is it even possible to have judicial independence in a country that does not distinguish between civil law and religious law? Or in a court system where "guardians of the faith" oversee the legal process?

 

No one should ever be persecuted for their religious beliefs, especially in this day and age. I have signed this petition, and I encourage everyone to do the same, no matter what your religious beliefs may be. 

Please sign this petition now:  Rescue Asia Bibi

Shalom ~ Peace Be With You

Easter Blessings

My name is Laura, and I am a Christian

Yes, I love God.

He is my source of life and my Saviour.

He keeps me alive and safe, both day and night.

Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him

"I can do all things through Him who strengthens me."

Philippians 4:13

He said,

"Everyone therefore who acknowledges me before others,

I also will acknowledge before My Father in Heaven;

but whosoever denies Me before others,

I also will deny before My Father in Heaven."

Matthew 10:32 & 33

My name is Laura, and I am a Christian.

Blessings to all who read this.

Who Will Love A Little Sparrow?

Who will love a little Sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree,
"I won't share my branches with
no sparrow's nest,
And my blanket of leaves won't warm
her cold breast."
Who will love a little Sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the Swan,
"The entire idea is utterly absurd,
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the
other Swans heard."
Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my grain to prosper and grow."
Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."

Simon & Garfunkel

"Jesus, You are Love and Mercy itself. I trust in You! Fill me with so much grace that it radiates out to others. May I be a channel for Your mercy, a means of grace for others."

~ Saint Maria Faustina Kowalska

Blessed are the Peacemakers

Blessed are the Peacemakers, for they shall be called the Children of God.

~ Matthew 5:9

Come Unto Me, All Who Are Weary and Burdened

"Come unto me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

I believe in the sun, even when it doesn't shine.
I believe in love, even when it isn't shown.
I believe in God, even when He is silent.

"He gives strength to those who are tired and more power to those who are weak."
~ Isaiah 40:29

For my Dear Father who is resting in Heaven

"The Lord is my strength and my refuge.
Of whom shall I be afraid."

This was the last scripture that I heard my father speak. It was just a few weeks before he died, and we were visiting him in the hospital. He was having a very bad day, and he was in a great deal of pain and anguish. In the midst of his despair, he called out those words...

"The Lord is my Strength and my Refuge. Of whom shall I be afraid."

I believe this speaks volumes about the strength of his faith and his courage, which sustained him throughout his life. I am certain that it was this that helped him through the terrible experiences he endured during the war. In that moment, I loved my father even more than I had ever loved him. I would have gladly given my life if I could have taken away his pain.

I wish that everyone could have had a father like mine.

When I was a little girl, I had terrible nightmares almost every night, and it was always my father who came into my room to comfort me. He would take me downstairs to the kitchen and make me some warm milk with honey, and we would talk quietly until I was no longer afraid. He never seemed to become impatient with me, even when it happened again and again.

I remember him reading to us in the evenings in front of the big fireplace at the cottage - Robert Louis Stevenson, Rudyard Kipling... all the classics.

I remember Saturday morning errands with him, when he would take my sister and I along with him to the car wash, and the dry cleaners and the butcher shop. He always seemed so proud to introduce us as his daughters.

When I was a little girl, I used to think that if God didn't know the answer to something, He would ask my Dad.

But the thing that I remember most is that, growing up in a noisy house full of turmoil, where everyone always seemed to be yelling and screaming at each other, my Dad was the only person who ever made me feel safe. That is the memory that I will keep with me for all of my life.

One of my father's favourite poets was William Blake, and I would like to share one of his favourite poems with you. It is called, "To The Evening Star".

"Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed.
Smile on our loves, and, while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are covered with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence."

Goodbye, my dear Daddy. You have suffered so much for so long, yet now, through the Grace of God, you are finally at peace. You are free from all pain. You are with your darling wife, Eleanor. And, at last, you are Home.

Thank you for being my father. You will always be my hero.

From your loving daughter, Laura