LifeSiteNews reports that the unanimous legislation “mandates a minimum of life imprisonment for first-time offenders over 19 who are found guilty of trafficking a minor in the state. Those who are under 18 will be charged with a Class A felony, which carries with it at least 20 years in prison.” […] Alabama Daily News relates that the Sound of Freedom Act “does not require that the perpetrator be aware of their victim’s age to be given a life sentence, nor is mistaking the victim’s age a legitimate legal defense.”
“Mandates a minimum of life imprisonment” — “minimum” — Trump said that the minimum sentence should be immediate execution.
Just a question for those who know who they are: Do you really wanna go that route?
Sent in by good friends whom I haven’t seen in ages. The question is why flowers for the Immaculate Conception. The answer is because people just know that she’s a good Mother, that she’s seen it all, that she’s stood by Jesus in His sufferings, and ours with Him. Immaculate Mary gets it, our hearts and souls.
When you see Sound of Freedom, remember this, that she’s seen it all. When people ask, Where’s God in all of this? The answer is twofold:
The questioner just doesn’t know where to look, on the Cross. That’s God up there, being tortured to death, trafficked for thirty pieces of silver. He’s standing in our place, Innocent for the guilty, so that taking on the punishment for sin we deserve, He now has the right in His own justice to command the Father, from the Cross: “Father! Forgive them!” Oh… Yes… That Mary, His Mother standing next to Him.
As the Master, so the disciple. Not a disciple? Is that because you’re afraid to be like the Master. People ask where the Master is. There He is, on the Cross. What about you? Can you do the Tim Ballard thing, risking all, so that others can see God’s love in you? Or are you going to whimper and throw a tantrum about asking where God is in all of this?
Oh, and what’s the Sound of Freedom?
The nails being pounded in. And then dead silence. That Sacred Heart stopped, dead. That’s the Sound of Freedom.
Mary’s Immaculate Heart, impossibly, somehow, still faintly beating, but heard by the Eternal Word of the Father during those three days and three nights. Where are you, my Son, my Son?
This silence, which speaks so loudly, is then followed by the sound of a great millstone being rolled back from the entrance of the now Holy Sepulcher upon the Resurrection of the Christ.
He’s the One who cares. He’s the only One who cares. And if we do care, it’s because of His goodness and kindness and love AND TRUTH that He places within us, if we, by His grace, assent to that.
///////// Oh, and you know what happens to the kids who are sex trafficked when they are raped about to death? That’s when they are ripped apart, literally, and their organs are trafficked to the hospital systems having the highest bids. Get it? Don’t ask where God is in all of this. He’s right in the middle of it all getting us to get off our backsides and get in the middle of all of this.
Usually five, but often a three-pointed crown tattoo. This is a scene in Sound of Freedom. If you see a tattoo like this you have to know it’s branding of property, children for sale. That’s when you call 911. That’s when you do what you have to do.
Latin Kings doing this? What a bunch of cowards. What a bunch of cowards.
Meanwhile:
The statement that jumped out at me, at 7’30” in the video.
Do I call those bishops who are complicit ‘cowards’? No. That’s reserved for the scum of the earth. But for the bishops, there are no words. “No words.” That will be the response they give at the judgement.
That first bit of dialog in the trailer above got me, specifically the non-answer to the second question:
How many pedophiles you caught?
288.
How many kids you found?
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It is happening in a neighborhood near you, guaranteed.
I remember someone telling Mother Teresa about volunteering in houses of the MCs oversees, and Mother Teresa’s response was that this person didn’t have to leave their own town to do such things. They need but open their eyes.
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 