Seth & Aubrie Drayer

The Columbus Dispatch today ran a story about the Personhood initiative's arrival in the land of the Buckeyes. The article also referenced other recent Ohio efforts against abortion, such as the Heartbeat Bill . What leaped off of my screen, though, was the first comment following the piece: It's unfortunate with 9% unemployment, children and adults starving in the street, people losing their homes, crime rates increasing, and corporations buying our politicians, these people are fighting to make abortion illegal. We have freedom of religion in this country, but they want to impose their religious ideology on us, in this secular nation. People can't find jobs, and children go without food. The most important thing on their mind is making abortion illegal. Jesus would be appalled at these people. Don't believe me? Read the Holy Bible. Jesus never spoke about abortion. But he did speak a lot about helping the poor and the homeless. - Toni Goodman Here's an experim

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This morning, after settling into my comfy office chair and firing up my laptop, I found myself stunned by the video below. Be warned. What you are about to see is truly terrifying. Watching the clip, I couldn't help but be reminded of the tragic tale of Hugo Tale Yax , the homeless hero neglected by New Yorkers last year as he lay dying. My first response: sheer horror. To watch a toddler's body crushed beneath large vans is terrifying, but to watch unconcerned citizens stroll by idly causes an even deeper dread of disbelief. I wanted to believe this was a hoax. I even checked Snopes.com to be sure. I didn't want to believe man has lost so much of his mannishness that he would treat the plight of a dying child with such cavalier coolness. But then I remembered: business as usual will continue in America today even though 3,000+ children like Yue Yue are crying out for help. This is not new. And this led to my second response: Why did I find myself cringing more and s

It's nearing 7:00 a.m., and I've finally given up on the notion of returning to dreamland--a vain pursuit begun nearly two hours ago when I stirred awake for some unknown reason. Now I find myself in the soon-to-be nursery accompanied by a Turtle Twilight casting green constellations on the ceiling and other sundry baby paraphernalia. It is truly hard for me to believe that at any moment a newborn will be occupying this room. A third little person will come into our home not as a guest, but as a permanent member of the family. From this perspective of fatherhood--knowing my baby only via ultrasound images, doppler heartbeats, reading to him/her, and feeling him/her roll around with my hand as I did moments ago before leaving the bed--it can seem tempting to idealize my baby. I'm not only speaking of imagining this tot to be the most adorable, most intelligent (as most parents are wont to do), but I mean thinking that somehow the beautiful little face we're about to