The Works of God

It has been an encouraging week with videos about marriage, a father’s joy, and a mother’s resolve all being posted in the past few days.

And then I had this stark reminder: there is a war in our culture against people with disabilities.

For some reason, my news reader on Wednesday brought up an article that is almost a year old.  The title reveals exactly what it is about: I saw my son’s bleak future and knew I had to abort him.  Note: this article is very descriptive about what happened to her, including the abortion process. Please use care.

I don’t fault the mother.  She had, it appears, literally no support to spare the life of her son.  Her sister, who is a nurse, advised her to abort. Her brother, who parents a child with CP, said it could be unbearable for everyone if he lived.  The health care professionals focused on what was ‘wrong’ with this boy.  She was entirely alone with her fears and prejudices and assumptions.

We must tell our stories, pointing people to God as the source of hope.  Of course it is hard, and God is good.  The pressures and heartache are incredible, and God will supply everything we need.

We simply must let the world know these children are infinitely valuable, all of them.  We must tell people that the little ones were created to live for eternity, even if some of them will live hard lives here.

We must.