686. Those Who Criticized Dismemberment Murder Had 8-12 Abortions?

💌 686. Those Who Criticized Dismemberment Murder Had 8-12 Abortions?

Since offering up suffering to the Lord during Lent in 1982, I have been receiving ‘the pain in reparation for the sins of abortions.’ I still vividly remember the first day I experienced this pain. My waist, which was only 23 inches at the time, suddenly swelled up like that of a full-term pregnant woman. The pain that followed was far more intense than what I had experienced while giving birth to my first and third children, which had already been extremely difficult. However, I immediately understood that this pain was for the repentance of those who had undergone abortions. 

Even if my body were to be completely shattered, how joyful this suffering is if only sinners who have committed abortion can repent! From the very moment of conception, a fetus is a precious life endowed with human dignity. Yet so many people fail to realize this and kill countless numbers of their own children through abortion. But how many truly consider it murder?

The majority of those who undergo abortions merely think of it as removing a lump of blood from their body for a brief moment. As a result, they feel no remorse, let alone repent, which is truly heartbreaking.

After giving birth to my second child, I moved into my in-laws' house, where I endured persecution and cold treatment from my parents-in-law. Forced to work relentlessly without rest, I suffered a miscarriage. I ended up dying from working non-stop without being able to visit a clinic, but God brought me back to life. After that, I was finally able to conceive my precious third child with great difficulty, but in the fourth month of pregnancy, I was forcibly aborted by a doctor who had human face but beastly mind (人面獸心) blinded by money.

When I thought of that time when my heart was torn to shreds, tears always blurred my eyesight. How cruel was the brutal treatment my innocent child had to endure—being torn apart into pieces—after I had poured out my love, sharing a deep connection with the child every day!

I offered it up, practicing Semchigo as if I had never had the child in the first place—but I earnestly prayed that the baby who died in my womb had gone to a good place. After that, even though I had not yet come to know God, just hearing that someone had an abortion pained my heart deeply.

One day, when the entire nation was in an uproar over a gruesome dismemberment murder case, I was at my beauty parlor working on a customer's hair. The salon was filled with customers, most of whom were talking about the incident. They casually uttered horrific and unspeakable words without a second thought, saying things like, “That b****rd deserves to die. That murderer should be chopped into pieces, just like he did to his victim!” and “That is right. He should be torn to pieces and killed.”

I was very uncomfortable and hurt hearing such critical words, but I offered up such an aching heart, practicing Semchigo as if listening to a melody of love. While meditating on the words of Jesus, “Let whoever is without sin among you be the first to cast a stone at her,” I was praying for them.

At that moment, intense pain accompanied the swelling of my abdomen. As the guests continued to gossip, my belly grew so large that it eventually became difficult to even style their hair.

Cold sweat streamed down my back, but I did not show any sign of it. I offered up the pain, practicing Semchigo as if I had been loved by the Lord. After quickly changing into a larger outfit to keep others from noticing, I came out and asked, “Excuse me, has anyone here ever had an abortion by any chance?” Many people began speaking without hesitation.

As if it were the most natural thing, they casually said, "Who has not had an abortion these days? I have only had five." "I have had eight," another responded. Then someone added, "I heard so-and-so had 24, but I have only had 12." "I have had four—looks like that is a small number," they remarked. They spoke nonchalantly, almost as if competing, proudly sharing their experiences of abortion without hesitation. 

First, I offered a prayer, asking the Lord to be with me. Then, without stopping my hands from doing the customer’s hair, I looked at them and said, “Dear ones, please listen carefully to what I am going to say. Just now, you were saying that he should be torn to death because of the brutal dismemberment murder case. But I don’t think we have the right to say such things.” At this, everyone asked, “Why not?”

“You have killed twelve of your own children, eight, or even five. But that man killed just one person. Many people today have abortions without feeling any sense of guilt, but abortion is truly murder.” As I said this, they all looked bewildered and responded, "Huh?" "Why?" with faces full of doubt.

“God has given us new life. As a baby grows well in the mother's womb, if the mother aborts it, she is tearing apart and killing a living being through a doctor. A fetus is not just a lump of blood that is temporarily removed; from the very moment of conception in the mother's womb, it is a dignified life that breathes and moves.

Yet, many people brutally tear apart and kill innocent babies without any sense of guilt. This behavior is exactly the same as that of those who mercilessly commit murder, having forgotten the dignity of human life." As I said this, the atmosphere in the parlor quickly became solemn. A brief silence followed, where no one could utter a word. 

Many mothers who heard my words were soon shocked and exclaimed, "Oh my, oh my, that is so true! What should I do?" "Oh my, I killed my own child and did not even realize it was murder," they cried, beating their chests in sorrow. At that very moment, my severely swollen belly suddenly deflated in an instant. 

At that moment, I was truly overjoyed. Because the Lord had guided them to accept my words, even those who were not believers shed many tears of repentance and regretted their sins.

With tears in their eyes, they asked me, “Then what should we do now?” To those who believed in God, I said, “Offer Mass for the babies who were aborted, with a heart of penance. And as you remember those little ones, treat children who are not your own with love as well.”

To those who were not believers, I said, “Love and care for your children even more, and whenever you see children in need, remember the aborted babies and take care of them with a heart of penance. Show them love. Also spread the truth to others that abortion is murder.” Hearing this, everyone readily responded, “Ah, yes, that is what we should do.”

I said, "And let us not judge others. It is a sin to try to remove the speck from someone else’s eye while we do not even notice the beam in our own. It is more important to reflect on ourselves, thinking, 'How have I lived?'" Everyone was pleased, saying, "Oh, that is really true! This parlor is great. Not only does it do great hair, but it also shares so many useful words. Coming here, we learn a lot." 

"Oh, Lord! My Beloved, thank You. These people have accepted the words 'abortion is murder' as they are. Lord, You must be pleased, are You not?"

"Yes, my little baby! You, who know well that I am heartbroken over the countless fetuses mercilessly killed, deprived of their dignity, and because of it, souls now heading down the path to hell have today helped awaken the consciences of those who were dead. By helping them realize that abortion is murder, my heart is filled with great joy.

I will always be with you, so spread the truth exactly, with the hope that everyone can be saved through the grace of repentance. Then, many souls will repent and be saved."

My personal reflection note with Mama Julia🌹💗 

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