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Topic: Countdown to Christmas/Advent (10/23/08)

TITLE: Two Babies Born That Night
By Corinne Boback


Just four more weeks until that dreaded day arrives. Thanksgiving has passed, and the countdown has begun. I half-heartedly make my way from store to store. The crowds around me are pushing past to get to the sale racks. I could care less about those sales. I am only out in the midst of the hustle and bustle to try to take my mind off what Christmas will mean for me this particular year.

I am barely sixteen. In an overgrown sweatshirt, no one would notice at a glance that I am with child. I am expecting in a little more than a month. My family could not be happier for me. They have called me special since the moment they knew I was pregnant. When the family doctor confirmed that the baby was due around January 1st, a huge night of partying was planned in my honor. I cried throughout the entire party, and could not be consoled. I am just a sixteen-year-old girl.

Walking among the throngs of shoppers, I wondered how they would have felt had they known my secret. As I pondered that thought, I could not help but wonder how poor Mary must have felt, not truly understanding how she was chosen by God to carry His Son, the Savior of the world, in her young womb. I, too, wondered why I was chosen to carry this child, out of all the young girls in the family who were childbearing age. Why me? Why now? Why for this holiday? Why for this purpose?

There is, of course, one major difference in the pregnancy that brought Jesus into the world, and my pregnancy. Mary was chosen, and became pregnant, as a young virgin, through the power of the Holy Ghost. There was no man involved. She was the chosen handmaiden for the most important birth that this world would ever experience. My pregnancy was planned and purposed, and occurred through a vicious sexual orgy. It would produce a baby that would be killed shortly after birth. Mary was chosen by God, and because of her willingness, His plan of salvation for mankind would be accomplished. I was the chosen handmaiden of Satan. I was not willing to carry this baby, but there was no choice given. God is a God of choices. Satan is a god of control. In this horrific event in my life, Satan had the final say.

The weeks passed all too quickly. Labor was induced on that Christmas Eve, so that the baby would arrive on time. I screamed, not because of the physical pain, but in knowing this baby I had carried and grown to love would soon be killed. I somehow knew how wrong all of this was. I believe the truth of Jesus is inside of every man, just waiting to be discovered. Although I was raised in Satanism, something inside of me realized that the Baby Jesus should not be mocked in this way. No woman should be tortured like this; no baby murdered. I felt retched and defiled.

Forty years have passed since the death of my son. Until seven years ago, I had no recollection of that day, or of any other satanic memories. Jesus Christ protected my mind from the truth until it was time for me to be set free.

One day not long ago, as I cried for the baby boy I never got to touch, Jesus came to me in a vision. He was holding my little one in His arms. He held him out to me, and asked if I would like to hold him. I took him in my arms for the first time. After a while, Jesus said, “You didn’t have a choice before. I am giving you the choice now. Do you want to hold him longer, or do you choose to give him back to Me?” I handed him back gladly, knowing he was safe in His loving care.

When Christmas comes this year, as I celebrate the birth of Jesus, I will thank Him for taking my son back to his eternal home the moment he was born. I will praise Him for His radiant light that continually drew me out of the darkness I was living in. I will thank Him most of all that because of my Savior’s birth, death has lost its power. I will spend eternity with my baby boy. Merry Christmas, sweet Jesus!

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Holly Westefeld10/31/08
This is a compelling and shocking story, and an incredible testimony of what God canand will do in one's life.
There was some changing of tense, which probably has to do with the mix of past and present, but though I noticed it, it did not detract from the overall impact of your story.
Helen Murray10/31/08
This shows clearly the depravity of the human nature to which Adam introduced us, and from which we are saved in Yeshua. We are very much the richer for understnading that these things, rapidly on the rise in Western communities these days since we no longer outlaw witchcraft, are the alternative to a life in Christ. Thank you so much for permitting us this insight. I'm sure God will mightily use this voice to illuminate the reality of evil in this world
Helen Murray10/31/08
P.S. How amazing that this should arrive precisely when the dark side of Hallowe'en is being celebrated. Let Christians unite to create a strong voice against such things - against trick ('humorous' introduction to blackmail and opening of the heart to forms of satanism) or treat. A most timely and impportant contribution.
Seema Bagai 10/31/08
I'm stunned and saddened after reading this story. Glad to read about the power of Jesus to heal the trauma.
Chrissi Dunn11/01/08
A very saddening entry. I hadn't realised such rituals happened at Christmas time. You kept me reading with your excellent writing style.
Folakemi Emem-Akpan11/06/08
This story read true.
Please tell me, is this fiction or did it really happen?
I thought things like this only happen in Africa where I live.
If it's true, my heart goes out to you but also rejoices that you've found healing and peace.
God bless.