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Catalyst
was in my own world pre-
paring for the next when a
demonic force changed my
future. I was ready for the challenge
set before me when someone else de-
cided I would not be convenient. I was
a burden, so I was simply, conveniently
murdered.
When it all first began, I was ter-
rified. I felt lonely and confused Who
was I to turn to? Who would take care
of me? Who would love me? I was
alone and darkness surrounded me.
Then without warning, my small
body began to accelerate toward a
bright light. I turned my head upward
and could feel the light'swarmth on
my face. Suddenly, the light became
so brilliant my still somewhat undevel-
oped eyes could see perfectly. Directly
in front of me was an amazing foun-
tain surrounded by numerous flowers
and trees. The water in the fountain
was like flowing diamonds. Behind me
was an immense wall set with precious
stones. The effulgent light reflected off
each polished stone with a dazzling ef-
fect. The gate of the wall was of one
perfectly carved pearl of great height.
Every color imaginable filled the sky. I
looked down and was almost blinded
by the glow of a golden road under
my feet.
The sound of flapping angels'
wings was all around me. Their won-
derful singing was a delight to my un-
formed ears. In seconds, an angel with
enormous wings gently landed next to
me. His clothing looked more like
fresh fallen snow than cloth. He wore
a sword at his side, and a delightful
smile decorated his handsome face.
His massive arms suddenly picked me
up, and with one swift movement,we
were soaring throught the air. The an-
gel held me tightly in his arms as we
sailed over a majestic city.
Before long, the angel dove
with great speed toward the middle of
the city. We softly landed in front of aQnw antedc
by C/iris Reedhuge throne surrounded by gold and
silver. With a loving smile, he laid me
in front of a huge throne and took a
step back. Before I knew it, a divine
hand picked me up, and I began to
tremble. I closed my eyes, uncertain
whether to be terrified or comforted.
Quickly, a voice sounded
through the air. It had the sound of a
hundred blaring trumpets with the
softness of one small flute. It was a
voice of love and of wrath. A voice that
could chastise, but at the same time
soothe a weary heart. The Man who
held me spoke:
"I'm sorry, my sweet child. You
were not to be with me so soon. Be-cause of man's sin, you never had a
chance to experience the joy of living.
You were never able to learn to tie your
shoes or give your father a hug. You
never had the chance to kiss your
mother as you left for school or to play
a board game with a couple of friends.
You will never feel the thrill of Christ-
mas morning as you open presents and
praise my name. You will miss Satur-
day morning cartoons and your first
birthday. You will never play with a new
born puppy as it nibbles on your fin-
gers or feel the softness of a kitten's fur.
You will never play in the snow in the
winter or the leaves in fall. You will
never feel the anticipation of summervacation and going swimming with
friends. The feeling of winning a race
or making a good grade will never be
yours. You will never experience your
first kiss or holding hands with some-
one you care about. You will never
graduate. You will never get married or
have a best friend. You will never have
children or a loyal pet. You will never
grow old with someone and experience
the world. You will never see the oceans
or the mountains, the beautiful clouds
or a rushing waterfall. You will never
have pride in your country or the
chance to stand up for what you believe
in. You will never have life, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness that was first
promised to you! I'm so angry that fools
are so blind and take millions of little
children's lives every year! They say you
are not a person and do not matter to
anyone. However, they do not realize
that you matter to Me! You are the fu-
ture of the world! Every man was once
in your place, in that small, tiny room
that I created to prepare them for the
good things in life. They try to fix their
mistakes by murdering Mychildren. I'm
so sorry that you never had a human
life, my frail little angel, but from now
on I promise to take care of you and
never leave you. You shall have all the
best of My Kingdom."
An unexpected tear fell from my
Master's eyes. It landed on my lips. It
tasted of sweet life. Suddenly, my un-
developed hands opened. My un-
formed feet kicked. Air filled my lungs.
I looked up at my Master and with all
my strength said, "Daddy."
My Father smiled. As He lifted his
hand to wipe the tear off his cheek, I
noticed a scar on his hand. I gave a
peculiar look as I wondered what had
happened. Seeing my distress, my Fa-
ther looked at his hand. He knew what
I was wondering. Touching my face he
said, "That was for you, my sweet
aborted child."
I trembled with love. s;
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