What Freedom Means To Me // guest post

Written by Joy McIntosh, 13, for the 2015-2016 VFW contest, Patriot’s Pen. For this contest, middle school students write and submit essays to the VFW and are awarded monetary prizes if they win. Joy did not place in this contest, but we are all very proud of her essay regardless of what the judges thought. She did a wonderful job and wrote about her passion, even though it probably did not appeal to the judges. Good job, Joy! Let her know what you think in the comments below. 🙂

          To Patrick Henry, freedom means life.  The declaration of independence is of the same opinion.  But freedom also means justice.  America without justice would be chaos!  So freedom means life and justice; but it has a cost.

            Freedom means life.  For Patrick Henry, life could not possibly come without freedom!  His statement, “Give me liberty, or give me death!”  conveys this.  The Declaration of Independence states, “that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”  Yet America has fallen short of these standards.  Since 1973, almost 58,000,000 precious American children have been brutally, legally murdered before they are born!  Did those Americans have freedom?  I say not. 

            Freedom means justice.  Without justice, we wouldn’t truly be free because we would have to live in fear of those around us.   I’m extremely thankful for America’s government system.  We have a judicial branch to make the laws, a legislative branch to interpret laws, and an executive branch to enforce these laws.  Each of these has a check on the other two.  But not all Americans are treated equally anymore.  Those 58,000,000 children didn’t get justice.  It is our responsibility as Americans to defend our nation against these evils which have snuck in unseen. 

            Freedom has a cost.  A. Philip Randolph said that, “Freedom is never given; it is won.”  America’s freedom was not cheap.  Thousands of Americans gave their lives so that we, the future generations, could have “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” The cost that they had to pay was their lives.  But the price allotted to us is to strike down abortion.  We have to give up our right to choose, so that the baby can have the right to life.  Since 1973, only 2 out of 3 Americans have survived the American abortion holocaust. 

            Freedom is life, freedom is justice, and freedom has a cost.  All men are created equal and no one can rightfully take this freedom away from them.  Freedom’s cost is this:  Abortion must be stopped; no matter what.  We can pray, raise money, campaign for the right President, and give speeches at school or at church.  So think about it.  How can you help? Does freedom mean enough to you to do something about this?

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The Diary of an Unborn Child


I’ll admit, it’s not a very popular topic, in churches, on blogs, in conversations, or on social media.  But it’s a topic we need to think about.  We cannot simply stand aside twiddling our thumbs while a baby is being killed every 94 seconds – and that’s Planned Parenthood’s abortions alone!  This is not a pretty picture or an enjoyable thought, but if God hates the shedding of innocent blood (Proverbs 6:16-17), so should we!  So many people are told to “put themselves in the woman’s shoes,” but the situation reverses simply by putting ourselves in the baby’s shoes and realizing the reality of this murder.

Take just a few moments and read the following diary out loud to yourself.  Read slowly, get the whole picture.  Let it reach your heart.  I heard this read a week or two ago, and it made me think.

Diary of an Unborn Child

OCTOBER 5– Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, I am as small as a seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers.

OCTOBER 19– Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.

OCTOBER 23– My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: MAMA.

OCTOBER 25– My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.

NOVEMBER 2– I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother’s arms, before these little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.

NOVEMBER 12– Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small They are! I’ll be able to stroke my mother’s hair with them.

NOVEMBER 20– It wasn’t until today that the doctor told mom that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mom?

NOVEMBER 25– My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don’t even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.

DECEMBER 10– My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has.

DECEMBER 13– I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom?

DECEMBER 24– I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. You’ll have a healthy little daughter, mom!

DECEMBER 28– Today my mother killed me.


*An article that I read recently by Dr. Patrick Johnston titled “Are There Rare Cases When an Abortion is Justified?” answered a few of my questions, and so I thought it might help somebody else as well.  Be cautious – he does go into some slightly graphic descriptions (not pictures) occasionally.  But this was definitely worth the read!!!