BABY-KILLING IN PHILIPPINE MYTHOLOGY: Planned Parenthood As Manananggal

IN PHILIPPINE MYTHOLOGY, there is a monster known as a “manananggal.” A fearsome creature, the manananggal is a beautiful older woman who preys on unsuspecting pregnant women in their homes. The vampire-like manananggal destroys the developing fetus in the womb, killing it by sucking the child’s heart.

The myth is full of weirdness: The manananggal splits into two—and while her lower torso remains behind, the upper torso, aided by huge, bat-like wings, flies off into the night, seeking an unsuspecting woman to attack with her long, proboscis-like tongue.

Like vampires, manananggals abhor garlic and salt. They also avoid daggers, light, vinegar, spices and the tail of a sting ray, which can be turned into a whip to be used against them.

OK, SO THIS IS ALL JUST CRAZY, the stuff of horror films and children’s nightmares. The human heart recoils from a beast such as this, a creature that attacks the unborn child, wrenching him from his place of safety beneath his mother’s heart.

I couldn’t help but think, though, of Planned Parenthood as a manananggal—and the abortionist’s instruments as her flickering tongue, prowling the world and seeking whom she may devour.

May our prayer be the salt—our voices in the public square, the dagger and the light—to dispel the monster manananggal from our midst forever. May the truth, the worth of each living soul, be the whip which, like the sting ray’s tail, dispels the beast Abortion from our land.

In the Eyes of the Beholder: Jesus at the Hard Rock Cafe

Can you see Him? This is the image which a San Diego man says is Jesus, the Son of God, in the window of the Hard Rock Cafe.

Everyone needs to get away once in a while.  Could it be that Jesus, too, needed to kick back, enjoy some music and some fries, and check out the sights in balmy San Diego?

Retired 911 operator Chuck Rickman, 64, thinks so.  Rickman was out taking a walk on the weekend of January 19-20 when he spotted the Son of God in a window of the Hard Rock Hotel San Diego.  Quickly, he pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture.  In an interview with the Huffington Post, Rickman later explained that he’s not religious:  He thought the image could be either Jesus or Led Zeppelin.

Matt Greene, the Hard Rock Hotel San Diego’s general manager, took news of Christ’s appearance in stride.  “Celebrities stay here all the time,” he said, “but if it is Jesus, he’d be the biggest one to stay here.”

Myself, I’m not really buying into the “Jesus in a window/tree trunk/taco shell…” phenomenon.  When He comes, I’m pretty sure He won’t tease us with greasy smears on glass, and we’ll recognize Him in all His grandeur.  It would be great, though, if the sinners of San Diego would ponder the possibility of Christ’s manifestation and turn their lives around, becoming Isaiah 55 people.

Seek the LORD while he may be found; call on him while he is near. Let the wicked forsakehis way and the evil man his thoughts. Let him turn to the LORD, and he will have mercy on him, and to our God, for he will freely pardon.

–Isaiah 55:6-7

If you are intrigued or inspired by this chance appearance of the Lord, you’ll want to know about Chicago’s “Our Lady of the Underpass.”  Check it out here.