She only had a few hours to be with her child and hold him in her arms, of course she wants to have pictures to remember him by. Thats not exploitation.
I agree that you don't need to be a Christian to understand You just need to have a modicum of empathy for a woman who lost her son instead of getting on some indignant rant about how dare she be religious and post pictures of her child and all that.
Its also worth noting that facebook has apologized for removing pictures of her son, and claims that they did so in error.
Since we are both Christians, I hope it is not being too presumptuous of me to say that I hope Heather can draw inspiration from another woman who stood by her dying son until the very end.
I agree that you don't need to be a Christian to understand You just need to have a modicum of empathy for a woman who lost her son instead of getting on some indignant rant about how dare she be religious and post pictures of her child and all that.
Its also worth noting that facebook has apologized for removing pictures of her son, and claims that they did so in error.
Since we are both Christians, I hope it is not being too presumptuous of me to say that I hope Heather can draw inspiration from another woman who stood by her dying son until the very end.
Mary Immaculate, star of the morning
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
