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Have you seen the new move, “Orphan?”  It’s as poor a piece of Hollywood trash as has come out recently. The Washington Post said this about it: “a depraved, worthless piece of filth…a high-gloss horror show about a well-meaning couple who bring home a 9-year-old girl to join their family,…
By Seth Barnes
orphanposterHave you seen the new move, “Orphan?”  It’s as poor a piece of Hollywood trash as has come out recently. The Washington Post said this about it:

“a depraved, worthless piece of filth…a high-gloss horror show about a well-meaning couple who bring home a 9-year-old girl to join their family, only to discover, way too late, that she’s a homicidal psychopath.”

Who could dream up a plot that depicts an orphan as a villain? Both the Christian press (see Orphans Deserve Better) and the mainstream press (New York Times, New York Times 2) have panned it.

Enough already. True religion as the Bible defines involves defending orphans in their distress. This kind of stuff needs to rile us up and move us to action. So I want to piggyback on a challenge Tom Davis issued to his blog readers here:

I want to challenge my readers and friends to write 500 positive blog posts about how an orphan has impacted and changed your life.

This is the heart of defending orphans. Help push back the darkness and deceit here by holding up as an example the powerful love that adoption and orphan care can unleash.

Let me ask you to join Tom and I in this protest. Many of you have been positively impacted by an orphan at some point in your life. Some of you may even be an orphan whose life has been impacted by people who cared for you. If you’re one, let’s help Tom reach his goal of 500 positive posts. Please post a comment here (or write your own blog if you have one). Let’s defend the cause of the orphan today.

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