I like to consider myself a Catholic Christian. These are some of my stories and observations.
I like to consider myself a Catholic Christian. These are some of my stories and observations.
We need no wings to go in search of Him, but have only to look upon Him present within us.
-Saint Teresa of Avila
In her visions, Blessed Therese Neuman would describe the life of Jesus. In one account, she saw the visit of the wise men and described it as such:
“At first, they were disillusioned at seeing the simplicity and poverty which greets them, and they feel they must have made a mistake. Nonetheless, St. Joseph cautiously comes outside. Only the brown man can speak a language that St. Joseph understands. He brings them inside, where they bow low to the mother and speak with her. Then the child Jesus, who is already almost two years old, looks at them in the eye with a ‘divine look.’ Immediately they recognize that this child is the goal of their journey and they throw themselves to the floor.”
“Then he turned to his disciples and said privately “Blessed are the eyes that see what you see. For I tell you that many prophets and kings wanted to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.” (Luke 10:23-24)
How blest were the disciples to be able to look into the eyes of Jesus! For much of their time with him, it may have seemed that Jesus looked so very ordinary. After all, no one could look upon the face of God and live. But God made man changed that. The word became flesh so that those who saw Jesus saw the Father. Until they believed in who He truly was, they would be unable to see how the divine was among them. But when the veil was lifted, the disciples would be privileged to see the very divinity of Christ.
“After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John, the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun and his clothes became white as the light.” (Matthew 17:1-2)
I have often wondered what that ‘divine look’ would be like. Was it like the blinding light that that Paul saw on his journey to Damascus? A look that would turn his path 180 degrees around. A look so deep he gave up everything for the sake of the name. Home, wife, family, he forsook having anything for Christ his Lord. There was nothing he would not suffer for the name. Beatings, being stoned, imprisoned, shipwrecked and deserted did not deter him from the race. St Catherine of Siena said of him, “Imitate that dear Paul, who was so in love, and be a vessel of affection that bears and proclaims the name of Jesus. It seems to me that Paul gazed into this eye [ sic of Christ] and lost himself in it.” I think St Catherine would know what captured St Paul as she herself would have the visions of our risen Lord and would give up all to follow him. And like Paul, would bear the marks of Christ on her body.
“The hairs of his head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire.” (Revelation 1:14)
The look of love from the savior’s eyes must have the power to crush us in sorrow over our sins as when Peter denied Jesus three times. “The Lord turned and looked at Peter.” (Luke 22:61) The moment their eyes met must have been a memory that haunted Peter his entire life searing into his heart the depth of pain he caused his lord and savior. The look was not accusing or perturbed, but of deep sorrow at being betrayed again by the one who professed he would die with him. Each of us must cause that same look to be cast our way every time we choose to sin when we know full well the price for which our souls were ransomed.
“Immediately a rooster crowed. Then Peter remembered the word Jesus had spoken: ‘Before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times.’ And he went outside and wept bitterly.” (Matthew 26:75)
In faith, we look into the mirror dimly at the face of Christ and like the song, “I Can Only Imagine,” I wonder what it will be like when I can see him face to face and look into his eyes and be forever lost in his love. If it only takes one look of love to place our feet firmly on the path of righteousness, then Lord, cast your look of love our way and open our eyes to see it.
Steiner, Johannes (1976). “The Visions of Therese Neuman”, Alba House, New York
“I Can Only Imagine.” By Bart Millard. The Worship Project. Mercy Me. 1999
“Christ acts like a loving mother. To induce us to follow Him, He gives us Himself as an example and promises us a reward in His kingdom.” – St. Anthony of Padua
Contemplating the crucifixion, one cannot help but be moved by the sacrifice Jesus made for us that one Holy Friday. I think over time, it is somewhat normal for us to start taking it for granted. As Catholics, we pray the Stations of the Cross and the Sorrowful Mysteries of the rosary to renew our remembrance and awe of the love shown us on that day and refresh in our hearts his sacrifice.
In these prayers, I am reminded of his sufferings at Gethsemane where the agony was so great, his sweat was filled with blood. It was as if He was shown the sins for which He would suffer and they were loaded upon him like the scapegoat so that He who was without sin would become sin.
“But the goat on which the lot for the scapegoat fell shall be presented alive before the LORD, to make atonement upon it, to send it into the wilderness as the scapegoat.” (Leviticus 16:10)
“But the Lord laid upon him the guilt of us all.” (Isaiah 53:6)
He endured the horrible scrounging so terrible that even Pilot would be shocked. And our Lord knew that as bad as the scourging was, the worst was yet to come.
“Then came Jesus forth, wearing the crown of thorns, and the purple robe. And Pilate said to them, Behold the man!” (John 19:5)
Then baring his cross, He struggled under the weight of the beam strapped across his shoulders so that He could not even wipe the sweat and blood off his face. Stripped of his clothes, laughed at and humiliated, He was nailed to the cross.
I am in complete humbled remembering his suffering and death on the cross, yet even this is not the most surprising to me. I am amazed in his capacity to be stay silent when questioned and not try to defend himself. What surprises me is that our Lord Jesus never reached that point where the spirit rises up and says, “NO MORE, these sinners are not worth it.” He would be right to have done so. We were not and are not worthy, yet his meek silence humbles me. I was taken aback on how much Christ suffered and did not utter one angry word.
“Like a lamb led to the slaughter or sheep before the shearers, he was silent and opened not his mouth.” (Isaiah 53:7)
This is not like me. I have often reached the point in suffering with pain and sorrow so much so that I get angry and say, “NO MORE!” I reach my breaking point where I really believe I cannot go on. Too often, I have said to our Lord, “HEY, I didn’t sign up for this!” as I turn to walk away. Then giving me a little time, in his truly loving way, He reminds me of my promises I made in love to follow him where ever He leads. Oh, yes, now I remember too well, that I did indeed sign up for even this. And I humbly bow my head and return to the fold.
“Return to me, and I will return to you.” (Malachi 3:7)
In his beautiful book, “Quo Vadis?” Henry Sienkiewicz, uses the story from apocryphal Acts of Peter (Vercelli Acts: XXXV), where Peter is fleeing from crucifixion in Rome, disgusted with the Roman persecution of his Christian brothers and sisters. As he walking away from Rome, he passes Jesus walking the other way. Peter asks Jesus, “Domine Quo vadis?” meaning, “Where are you going Lord?” to which Jesus replies, “Roman eo iterum crucifigi.” (“I am going to Rome to be crucified again.”) Jesus explains that if Peter abandons the others in Rome, then Jesus will have to take his place. Peter cries out, that it must be him not his Lord, that it should be crucified and he turns quickly back to Rome where is he crucified upside down because he said he was not worthy to die as Jesus died.
“Walk while you have the light, so that darkness may not overcome you. Whoever walks in the dark does not know where he is going.” (John 13:35-36)
I believe that the only place in the bible, where an angel of the Lord actually asks, where did you come from was when Hagar was fleeing the abuse of her mistress, Sarai.
“The Lord’s messenger found her by a spring in the wilderness, the spring on the way to Shur and he asked, ‘Hagar, maid of Sarai, where have you come from and where are you going?’” (Genesis 16:7)
Then the angel tells her to return to Sarai and submit to her abuse for the Lord intends to make her son the father of a great nation. And so, Hagar humbly returns.
The Lord has little need to ask where we came from. He knows where we have been. He knows what we have done and what has been done to us. The question we need to answer is, “Where are we going?” He does not need to tell us exactly where, we just have to follow and He will show us the way.
“I did not tell you this from the beginning, because I was with you. But now I am going to the one who sent me, and not one of you asks me, ‘Where are you going?’” (John 16:5)
“Faith is to believe what you do not see. The reward of faith is to see what you believe.” – St. Augustine
I laughed until I cried watching them [Collin’s special needs baseball game] that late afternoon. Then I looked around me. While I was laughing everyone else was silent and stone faced. Some of the parents were watching the same thing I was seeing, but I seemed to be the only one around me who could see it all. Why eludes me. I wondered if this was like when Jesus was baptized and God’s voice pierced the silence saying that Jesus was his beloved son, and many of them thought it was merely thunder. It is as if, you have to believe in God to hear his voice and truly seek him to see him. Seeing in not believing so much as believing is seeing. It is not that I am more blest when watching the children to see them in that special way, it may be only because I know that God sees them in a special way and I am open to seeing them in that special way as well. While some parents may see their children as kids who cannot hit or catch a ball or barely run the bases, I was able to see them as beautiful innocent children at play.
“On coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens being torn open and the Spirit like a dove, descending on him. And a voice came from the heavens, ‘You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.’” (Mark 1:10-11)
When stories of the saints are told, some things sound almost too fantastic to believe but if we are to believe the words of Christ telling us that we would be able to greater things than this, the raising of the dead, walking on water, healing the leapers and multiplying the loaves and fishes, then why would it be too implausible for saints to levitate, carry the marks of Jesus on their body and live only on the consecrated bread and wine? Why would it be impossible for them in the name of Jesus to heal the sick and stop battles and natural disasters? Why should their visions of Christ’s life be dismissed as foolishness? Should their witness to Christ be treated with disbelief just because they are Catholic?
“Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.” (John 14:12)
We have been given the gift of faith yet too many times, we live like we have no faith at all. Getting up each morning to the sound of the alarm clock, the one thing I want to do is close my eyes and go back to sleep. Yet if I live for something greater, then getting up and opening my eyes of faith to seek the Lord, should make me want to jump out of bed and begin to seek him with all of my heart and all of my mind and all of my soul. If we believe we will see him, we will see him. And we will see him in the land of the living.
“But if from there you seek the Lord your God, you will find him if you seek him with all your heart and with all your soul.” (Deuteronomy 4:29)
There are the times we complain to God about not being there and say, ‘Where are you God?’ In faith we should know, He is right there next to us, holding us in his arms and trying to comfort us. I think we miss his presence when we need it the most because we do not trust him. Our problem is not that God has abandoned us but that we did not exercise our faith. We reached out in blindness and came up empty when we should have stepped out in faith and received blessings and visions.
“And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God may believe that He exists and the He rewards those who seek him.” (Hebrews 11:6)
If today we were to hear his voice, would we say it was only thunder?
“Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire!” St. Catherine of Siena
There have been several times, and why not more I cannot say, but it is as if all the stars align and I get a glimpse of the world as God sees it through the presence of our special needs children. One of those times was when Collin was playing on a TASK baseball team. The day was a perfect blend of summer and fall, sunny but not too hot. Floating through the air, much like I imagine the angels do around our beautiful children at all times, were fluffy seeds from the nearby white cotton wood trees and it gave the scene a most unworldly essence except for the fact that our children still had special needs. When the final ball was hit into the outfield, it landed between two boys just feet from one another. One picked it up and held the ball not knowing what to do with it, while the other boy next to him, yelled, “Throw it to me. Throw the ball to me.” The fact that he could just have handed the ball to the other boy did not seem to occur to either one. In the meantime, with the air fluff angels flying around, every one was yelling, “Run HOME!” This encouraged not only the batting team to run around the bases but even the other side joined in and everyone began running the bases home together. In joyful pandemonium, both teams felt they had won.
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matthew 19:14)
Only with a special needs group would such a victory be achieved. Whenever one of their team members crossed over home plate, they called out their names and gave each other high fives. There is no calculated pretenses or subtle nuances with these children. Just the joy of seeing a friend touch home base. They clap and applaud each other’s victories just as they comfort each other in their failed shots. Like an extended family of abnormal birth, they have become kin to one another.
I clearly understand what Henri Nouwen says in the book, “Love Henri, Letters on the Spiritual Life”,
“As I am trying to understand this better, I have come to realize that mentally handicapped people, first of all, teach me that ‘being’ is more important than ‘doing.’ In our competitive world so much emphasis is given to doing that we forget that God first of all asks us simply to be with Him and with each other. Mentally handicapped people, who can ‘do’ so little, can ‘be’ so much.”
“See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angles always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.” (Matthew 18:10)
And the ‘doing’ we seek always seems to be to win the race, the fight or the test. Did you get the highest score? Did you win the most races? Who is the current title holder and how to you related. Yet not one of those accomplishments can exceed the grace of one special needs child encouraging another. St. Paul never says he won the race or the fight. Only that he ran and did not give up. It should be so comforting to us to know that Jesus wants to just be with us and that all of our winnings and failings are not what He sees in us. He sees us for who we are in him.
“Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” (Luke 18:17)
Our special children will most likely never win the Nobel Peace Prize yet our Father in Heaven could not love them more. They will not be granted Ph.Ds. yet the Lord is not disappointed in them. They will make hundreds of mistakes, yet not one of them is abandoned by God. To simply be with God, is why God gave us the gift of his presence. His flesh is real food, his blood is real drink and we can go and simple be with him in the form of the transfigured bread and wine. We do not have to pretend to be anything except who we truly are. We just have to be with him.
“Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and do not lean on your understanding. In all of your ways acknowledge him and he will make straight your paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)
How much farther from the mind of God can we be? On some level are we not all mentally handicapped in comparison to the mind of the almighty God? Yet with faith we are given the very gift that leads us on the path to God. He provides all we need to find him, hear his voice and see him in all of those around us, even the least of us. Our prayer should always be, “Lord, let me see as you see, let me hear what you hear and be what you want me to be.” I longingly seek those moments when angels fly over us and love triumphs over winning and I can take comfort in just being with Jesus.
“Rather, I have stilled my soul, hushed it like a weaned child. Like a weaned child on its mother’s lap, so is my soul within me.” (Psalms 131 2-3)
Henri J. M. Nouwen, “Love, Henri Letters on the Spiritual Life,” Convergent Books, 2016
“Pray, Hope, and Don’t Worry”
-St. Padre Pio of Pietrelcino
When Collin was rather small, washing his hair was a big ordeal. I would tell him to look up so that when I poured the rinse water on his head, the shampoo and water would flow down his back instead of into his eyes. He would look up for a fleeting moment then suddenly in fear he would put his head down forcing all the soapy water to go into his face, eyes and mouth causing him pain and tears. I would even hold his chin in one hand while pouring with the other but it was still a struggle to keep his eyes looking at ceiling. “Look up and trust me,” I would tell him. Yet still he pulled away from me. I had to wonder just why it was such a hard thing for him to do. It was as frustrating for me to wash his hair as it was for him to have his hair washed.
“Therefore, I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor store away in barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” (Matthew 6:25-26)
I suppose it is an old cliché to tell someone to look up when attempting to make them feel better. But it is so very true. And I am not saying that everything we go through with our children is a lesson for us to learn from our Father God. Although I did write the book, did I not? Still I do the exact same thing to God as Collin did with me. When there are problems, I looked to him ever so fleetingly and then look down at the problems and even at times obsessively work over them in my mind as if somehow, I can change the situation. The very thing that I may fear the most comes down into my senses blinding me with pain and tears. How silly of me to not look up and be unafraid. Yet I struggle with trust. Can this awesome perfect God really care about my problems enough to hold my chin in his hand while he washes away the dirt that I have managed to bring upon my head? I do believe that God is an awesome God of Love and I do believe that He sent his only son to die for me because He loves me. So why do I not believe that He will take care of me? How do I come to accept that his love for me is greater than my unworthy existence?
“For am I convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels or demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers in the sky above or in the earth below, indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)
I can only imagine how frustrating it has to be for my Father God to keep telling me to look up and not be afraid only to have me pull away and look down. “Someday if only you would trust me,” had to be in his thoughts. What more could I have done for you that I did not already do and you still do not trust me, he would say of the Israelites. He decimated Egypt and put the Egyptians first born to death so they could live as free men and women. He separated the waters of the sea before them. He gave them water from the rock and bread from heaven yet still they grumbled against the Great I am, not looking up to him but down at probably about anything for which they could find fault.
“Give thanks to him who parted the Red Sea. His faithful love endures forever.” (Psalms 136:13)
If today I decide to trust, if for no other reason than to see what this loving God will do for me, would I be any worse off than looking down at the problems most of which I have created all on my own and filling my soul with fear and anxiety? Of course not. So, at some point even now at this late hour, I have to change my thinking. I have to deliberately put fear away and look up to see God with me, cradling my chin in his hand and wiping my tears away. It is very possible that while I was looking down, He was looking at me, smiling, and telling me softly, “Do not be afraid, I got this one.” I do not want to miss seeing him smile down at me again. I want to look up. I want to be as sure as Paul was sure that nothing can separate me from the Love of Jesus Christ.
“Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5)
“For those who know your name, put their trust in you, for you, O Lord have not forsaken those who seek you.” (Psalm 9:10)
“The complexity of the simplest known type of cell is so great that it is impossible to accept that such an object could have been thrown together suddenly by some kind of freakish, vastly improbable event. Such an occurrence would be indistinguishable from a miracle.” – Michael Denton, Evolution: A Theory in Crisis.
The year was 1976 and I was a young college student working on my degree in Anthropology with emphasis in Archaeology. Our teachers talked up a debate that was to be held on campus between one of our professors and a local minister over Evolution vs Creation. I probably would not have gone if it were not for my friend Paula talking me into going with her. Her feelings were very different from mine. She thought the experience was exhilarating and I thought it was rather silly. For unlike most of people studying Anthropology, I was a Catholic Christian and to me, one side of the debate told how and the other told of who and why. They were two sides of the same story. Yet people felt compelled to take sides as if they could never be one and the same.
Anthropology was making news all of the time with the findings of new human like creatures and timelines for their comings and goings were changing and creating new lines of humanoid development simulating new theories almost yearly. It was and still is an exciting time of discovery. Yet for all the discoveries, evolution is still just a theory not a law. It would be tragic for someone to base their lack of faith in God over a few splinters of ancient bones scattered over the wades of Africa and Asia.
“The fool says in his heart, ‘There is no God.’” (Psalm 14:1)
But I think it would be tragic as well to ignore the work of God in the mechanics of his creating. To learn how awesome the work of God in creating us on the earth is another level of appreciation for the greatness of our God. If it is OK for Christians to study how the planets revolve around the sun, why would it be wrong for Christians to study how God created life and transformed it over all the earth? And event though evolution is still a theory, if it were true, I would wonder if it were not a small way to keep us humble in the knowledge that we are not so very different from the animals with whom we share our world.
“Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding.” (Job 38:4)
If you can just bear with me for a bit while I attempt to remedy the two points of view in my own simplistic and unscientific way.
First of all, the bible does not say how long Adam was in the garden of Eden naming all the animals, God created before he became lonely and God created Eve. And it does not say how long Adam and Eve were in the garden before Eve ate of the forbidden fruit and they were driven out of the garden. Also, we do not know where exactly Eden was located. Somewhere to the east? Part of the Earth, yet hidden from man? We cannot exactly go there to visit today no matter how well Google maps work. Now this is not an exact science, but because we know that one day for God is like 1,000 years on earth, then it is quite possible that Adam and Eve could have been in the garden of Eden for what would be millions of earth’s years.
“But do not ignore this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years,” (2 Peter 3:8)
Did God drive out the animals with Adam and Eve or were they being developed by God for earth’s existence? Were these the same animals in Eden? Yet, God does give us a clue. He tells us that there were others, giants, on the earth before Adam and Eve. The Bible infers that Adam and Eve were not alone when they left the garden.
“When men began to multiply on the earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of heaven saw how beautiful the daughters of man were, and so they took them for their wives as many of them as they chose.” (Genesis 6:1-2)
“At that time the Nephilim appeared on earth (as well as later*), after the sons of heaven had intercourse with the daughters of man, who bore them sons. These were heroes of old, the men of renown.” (Genesis 6:4)
This has to be the most puzzling set of bible quotes of the old testament. Yet it may give us a clue as to whom Adam and Eve’s children married. If not other brothers and sisters then perhaps the children Nephilim. If we consider the sons of Adam and Eve to the be the sons of God and the daughters of the Nephilim to be the daughters of man so that in this way, God supplied the needed spouses. Is it not possible that while Adam walked with God in the garden, God was creating the Nephilim and is it not possible God created the Nephilim through evolution? And for those who may argue the time does not match up we have to ask by what measurements are old testament ages made, God’s or man’s?
How interesting it is to note that a creature on earth existed a mere 30,000 to 50,000 years ago, whom scientists named Neanderthal man classified as Homo sapiens subspecies neanderthalensis and they were close enough as a subspecies of modern man, Homo sapiens subspecies sapiens they could interbreed and there is good evidence they did interbreed during the Middle Paleolithic and early Late Paleolithic. This will explain the presence of Neanderthal DNA in your DNA tests. Scientists have also traced a Mitochondrial Eve through the DNA that only is passed from mother to child coming out of Africa. She is the first female of our species.
“I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers.” (Genesis 3:15)
Scientists who rely on their knowledge to explain the entirety of the universe are perhaps the most closed minded of all. What they gain for knowledge they lose in wisdom. I cannot fathom how anyone could possibly look at the intricate design of the universe and not see the hand of the Creator. Everything around us points to the infinite mind of Father God. The big bang theory is so Genesis. If mere man wrote the creation of the universe in Genesis, they would never have started with God creating light and darkness first. How strange it would seem to not start with sun since it was the main light that primitive man would know, but the sun does not come on the scene until day four. I can see God holding all the matter and anti-matter of the universe in the palm of his hand and squeezing it together to the point when He opened his hand, the universe exploded onto the scene and has been expanding ever since. He designed every atom and molecule. He set it into motion. To say that the universe began all on it own is simply crazy. We know this for certain, there was a starting point for when the universe began.
“Then God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.” (Genesis 1:3)
Even more insane is to believe that life could begin in the primordial soup with the ability to multiply itself without the hand of a creator. Life does not just abide on the earth it flourishes in great abundance and diversity. The entire earth is infested with life.
“Then God said, ‘Let the earth bring forth all kinds of living creatures.’” (Genesis 1:24)
In his conversion from atheism, Dr. Anthony Flew, author of “There is A God”, explained that life on earth could only be explained by an intelligent source. He stated, “The difference between life and non-life, it became apparent to me, was ontological not chemical. The best confirmation of this radical gulf is Richard Dawkins’ comical effort to argue in the “The God Delusion”, that the origin of life can be attributed to a ‘lucky chance.’ If that’s the best argument you have, then the game is over.” The burden of proof is placed more on the scientist to prove God does not exist.
“For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So, they are without excuse.” (Romans 1:20)
The design of our world is so intricate and amazing that if anything, I could never stop believing in God no matter what science can prove next because I continually see the hand of God in all things great and small and never tire of learning how our awesome God designed the universe. As Einstein once remarked, ‘There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as everything is a miracle.’ I see the miracles.
“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.” (Psalm 19:1)
· “How the World’s Most Notorious Atheist Changed His Mind”; Dr. Benjamin Wilker. https://strangenotions/Flew
“Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.” – Andre Malraux
I am not sure how the conversation came up in the widow/widower support group I belonged to at the time. It may have been due to the impending presidential election and everyone speaking their minds, but one widower in our THEOS group spoke up. “I am pro-abortion,” he said. It seemed that Fred had been a policeman in St Louis and his experiences in finding the dead bodies of aborted babies in the street hardened his heart to wanting abortion to be legal.
“Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation; for you I wait all the day long.” (Psalm 25:5)
I cannot explain how seeing the dead bodies of babies in the street would make legal abortion something to be desired. Was it because it became his job to dispose of the bodies that he wanted abortion clinics to handle the mess? I did not ask. All I remember is his saying, “I felt so sorry for those women having to do that to themselves.” Yet he had no sorrow for the babies that lay dead in the streets of downtown St. Louis. I guess it is easier if you do not have to see the dead bodies and it makes abortion nothing more than blobs of unwanted tissue. But Fred could tell what they were. He could see they were dead babies. And he was sure that legal abortion was the answer to the problem.
“These are the things that you shall do: Speak the truth to one another; render in your gates judgments that are true and make for peace;” (Zechariah 8:16)
So just what do these safe legal abortion places do with the bodies? In the 70s and 80s, it was common for prolife groups to find the bodies thrown into the dumpsters in the back alleys behind the abortion clinics. Like so much unwanted garbage, they were left there usually in defiance of laws against the indiscriminate dumping of medical waste. Grizzly reminders of what the fruit of abortion truly is. The humble members of the pro-life movement devoted themselves to properly handing and burying the dead. As word of the shocking discoveries were made and an outcry against these practices arose, abortion clinics began to buy large industrial size garbage disposals. According to the various abortionists, even when it became illegal to dispose of the bodies this way, laws were lax and compliance not strictly enforced. Therefore, they continued to use the garbage disposals since it was much cheaper than using the services of a funeral home or crematorium. The aborted infant’s remains would be flushed into the garbage dispose, down into the sewage system where the water was transferred to a waste water treatment center and the water recycled into the city’s water supply. Unfortunately, they still had problem of getting the bigger second and third trimester babies to go down into the garbage disposal. Ultimately, their goal was to find the cheapest and easiest means of getting rid of the bodies.
“Now the word of the Lord came to me, saying, Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you, and before you were born, I consecrated you.” (Jeremiah 1:4-5)
Renee Chelian, executive director of an abortion clinic in Detroit, Michigan, at the 2014 National Abortion Federation conference in San Francisco, complained about having too many infants remains to dispose of, for which she stated she could have up to five-months-worth of aborted infant remains in her freezer at any one time. She disliked her need to use the garbage disposal and she discussed how the various abortion clinics should unite and buy a parcel of land in Detroit on which to build an incinerator and share the costs of disposing of the bodies. Ironically, she apparently never thought of how much this process would resemble the Nazi death camps and crematoriums. The audience laughed with her when she stated she wanted to drive to some desolated place in the woods, build a bonfire where no one would see her and dispose of all those unwanted bodies.
“Rescue those who are unjustly sentenced to death; don’t stand back and let them die. Don’t try to disclaim responsibility by saying you didn’t know about it.” (Proverbs 24:11-12)
How and when exactly someone discovered they could make a profit from the bodies is unclear. They started to harvest the organs and sell them to medical supply companies. The demand for baby parts was huge and the profit even bigger. Like Nazis who found a way to use the skin of dead Jews for lamp shades, abortion clinics found a way to make an even greater killing off the baby’s dead bodies. When the sick nature of the process was exposed by the Center for Medical Progress, the members of the team exposing the crimes by workers at Planned Parenthood were themselves arrested and sued. The obvious videos were declared ‘edited’ in order to discredit the truth provided. And once again the plight of the disposal of the dead went silent.
“The Lord hates hands that shed innocent blood.” (Proverbs 6:16)
In Vietnam, a courageous man named Tong Phuoc Phuc decided it was wrong for the bodies to be simply thrown into the garbage or flushed down the sewage system He asked for and received the bodies of the aborted and then began to give them a proper burial. He has literally buried over 11,000 of little aborted babies, saying, “It is the least I can do.” He then began to speak to women going in for abortions. He takes in up to 35 young pregnant women at a time in his small humble residence where he and his wife help them until after the baby is born. Some have dropped off their children for Tong to raise making it a large orphanage as well. His home has become a pro-life haven.
“Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.” (1 John 3:18)
As a result of the pro-life movement and the finding of the babies in the dumpsters, numerous memorials to the unborn child have arisen though out our nation. It is possible for all who desire to honor the babies lost to abortion and miscarriage with simple memorials as a reminder that even the smallest of mankind touches the lives of us all. It is a small act of healing for our hearts and the mission for which we are called, to show compassion to the least of our brothers and sisters in life and in death.
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” (Revelations 21:4)
Also, I would not drink the water in Detroit if I were you.