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Two Women's Death and Legacies

Two notable women passed away in the past few days - no coincidences in God's world, remember: Helen Gurley Brown and Nellie Gray.

Helen Gurley Brown was the "long-time editor of Cosmopolitan magazine, the saucy sparkplug for a sexual revolution, and the originator of the notion that a woman could “have it all.” Controversial and charismatic, she championed female empowerment and taught generations of women to embrace their feminine wiles and have fun in bed (married or not)." A quote from her: “If you’re not a sex object, you’re in trouble.”

Nellie Gray was the  "founder of the annual March for Life in Washington, D.C., the largest annual pro-life event in the country", "an ubiquitous figure at the pro-life march, her slight frame standing at the podium at stage centre, introducing the many luminaries who addressed the crowd of several hundred thousand during the rally before the march." A quote from her website: "...the right to life is inalienable and endowed by our Creator. If this basic right is weakened, all other rights are meaningless, as disparagement of the value and dignity of human beings will then permeate our society's mentality and the Laws of our Land—contrary to our common good."

I wonder if they'll get a chance to compare notes in Eternity....

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  1. I'm glad I wasn't the only one who noticed the irony. Thanks for the post.

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  2. Irony: God's sense of humor!

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