Every week, I see fatherless babies.
Wrapped in the life-giving frame of their hopeless mommies.
And I wonder . . .
With aching heart, I wonder at her story.
The absence of a father. The addictions of a mother.
The attention of a so-called “lover.”
Trauma. Abuse. Abandonment. Ignorance.
A lie-infested culture which has so beautifully raised this young girl to perpetuate the cycle.
What a tragedy . . .
What a horrid tragedy, that in an age of opportunity, success, and higher education,
the family unit lies in shambles. If it had any existence at all.
How can it be that science and logic and freedom
means redefining the terms and letting the little ones suffer?
Humanity – life itself – is achieved in the birth canal, so we say.
What nonsense . . .
What utter nonsense which deems the womb to be junk and life to be naught.
Which calls human beings accidents and sacred conception the stuff of experiments.
God help us.
How we have forgotten, if we even ever knew,
that the Lord who made all things
and formed us from the womb.
That changes everything.
That makes us planned.
A sacred somebody from day one, where wonders abound in places technology can’t reach.
That means the womb is a gift, and life is beautiful, and family is possible.
No baby Fatherless.
And no mother hopeless.
For the Maker of life is the Redeemer of souls.
And he will help us.
Thus says the Lord, your Redeemer, who formed you from the womb: “I am the Lord, who made all things.”
Thus says the Lord who made you, who formed you from the womb and will help you: “Fear not.”
// a meditation on isaiah 44:2, 24
[image credit: unsplash.com]