Last week I attended an outstanding talk by Steven Mosher about the Myth of Overpopulation. He talked about the abortions and infanticide that he witnessed while he was in China. As he described the killing of innocent babies (some at 7, 8 and 9 months gestation and some while the mother was in labour) I turned to my mum and said, with tears welling in my eyes, that I was going to have to leave. She held my hand and told me to pray and as I tried my hardest to pray for these poor souls who had been murdered through such evil and violence, I began to sob.
I thought of when I was pregnant with my 3 year old daughter and my 12 week old son, feeling my precious gifts moving in my womb, running my hands over my growing belly dreaming about holding them in my arms and then that moment of birth when they thrash their arms around, looking for someone to hold them tight, as if they are saying ‘Help me, I’m too small for this big world!’ Babies are so precious, so innocent and so deserving of our love and as they grow, they need us more and more, they are completely dependent on us.
This is why it pains me so much to hear of child abuse. Yesterday, I read about the most recent tragedy due to child abuse in New Zealand. A beautiful 5 year old girl called Sahara was killed by her step father last Tuesday. As I read about her death and the horrible undeserved life that she suffered (see article here), I started praying for her soul and then I found myself praying to her. I spoke to her as if she was standing right in front of me. I told her that I am sorry about the life she endured and that I am deeply saddened hearing about her story. I then prayed to Jesus, telling Him that I am so sad hearing about these tragic cases and asked Him what I can do. I felt an overwhelming feeling of Jesus telling me that he has given me two gifts, my children, to look after. I need to nurture their souls and guide them in their relationship with the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit so that their journey on earth will be a holy one, and eventually lead them back home to be in union with The Father.
Weep No More