Wednesday, January 22, 2014
What do you think makes for a happy life?
Truth is...it's not much.
Something to love.
Something to hope for.
Something to do.
Those are the "grand essentials" of happiness...if you have that, you are pretty much batting 1000.
Sometimes we go through times where we are out of balance:
I have too much to do and nothing to love.
My dreams feel out of reach...my "hope for" is a joke.
My "something to do" feels mind-numbing and monotonous.
But, the process of life forces us to find a way to make room for the big three.
And when we do...it's magic...poof: happiness.
So, on this anniversary of the biggest decision of our courts to allow abortion to be legalized I want to ask all of you...
are we better off choosing death over life?
Does our world see the sacredness of life?
In our world of technology and amazing photography we can all clearly see that life in utero is most definitely going on in there.
We have fingernails and toes and full 3-D images that show perfect profiles of the children within.
Can we at least establish that the "clump of cells" concept is out dated?
That's no clump of cells...there's a full fledged human in there.
Now, that human might not be convenient.
It might be the object of very bad timing.
It might be born into poverty or sadness or a messed up world.
But what it takes to be a full-fledged human baby is so miraculous it deserves that chance.
With abortion, we've accepted the idea that life is a convenience.
We have swallowed the idea that some lives are worth living and others are not.
We've been enveloped in a world that takes the sacred and the holy out of conception and birth.
Anyone who has been witness to a birth knows that it is sacred ground.
A passage from another world and into ours.
Shutting that down seems like an impossibility but the side that embraces abortion has done just that.
What are the odds that a baby will arrive in your life?
None of us know.
We can try and try and try and still be infertile.
We can have one child and be unable to have another.
We can have sex one time and find ourselves pregnant.
It's a crapshoot.
It always is.
And that's the beauty of it.
It's a leap of faith.
A crazy idea.
A wild, unbelievable blessing.
Yes, friends, every.single.baby.is a full-fledged miracle.
Healthy or not.
Poor or not.
Crack-addicted or not.
Out of the everywhere and into the here.
I have a child that the world views as disposable.
People have asked me "if I knew"...insinuating in the most despicable way (but always with the brightest smile and most interested face) that if I had known I might have chosen better...
I always answer that I did know -- in my heart, with the strongest premonition I've ever had -- but all of my tests came back
all-clear. Including my favorite one, the ultrasound where the technician pointed out all four chambers of Patrick's tiny baby heart, when in fact, he was born with no chambers and needed open heart surgery almost immediately.
Yes, I have a child that many, many people believe should be terminated...his life is too terrible,
too burdensome, too much trouble to be allowed to breathe another breath.