No, it is not Christmas.
Not even close. It is right in
the middle of Summer. I am right in the
middle of the first absolute period of perfect downtime that I can remember
ever having in my adult life. I am
enjoying the physical downtime, but the mental wheels have never stopped. Here I am visiting someone who lives some 500
miles from us and she doesn't remember the WEP Code of her wireless email
broadcaster. So, I am writing this in
Word and getting it ready for the oven.
When I get back to my working cave, I will unleash it on all you
unsuspecting denizens of Dion’s sandbox.
I have decided that this is going to be one of those semi-religious,
totally moral offerings. I am sharing
time with an intimate friend who is a very special person indeed. She is admirable. She is a person who is a pillar of
righteousness on the model of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, to say nothing about
Jesus Himself.
Like the couple in the representation on the upper right quadrant
of the page, she had to make a choice once that was similar to the one that
Joseph and Mary had to make. You can
read all about them in the Good Book, Matthew 1; 18 – 25. Can you imagine what it was like to get
pregnant out of wedlock in a society where you could get stoned to death? Can you imagine what would have happened to
Joseph had he been found out as the protector of such a woman? Read the paragraph and imagine what Mary and
Joseph had to go through in trying to make up their minds about how to thread
that needle and still stay alive. They
did it. They made the choice for
Life. Not just the Life in the womb, but
theirs as well. Now, that was a Choice.
Our beloved friend did not have to dig that far down into herself to
make the choice for life that she did, but given the social environment in
which she made the choice, it was not easy. It never is. Not for anybody.
She made the choice for life at the sacrifice of her own. Under
her singular circumstances, she knew that she would have to take herself and
the child through life alone. No, she was not in the imminent danger of
being stoned. As far as we can tell, she
was not in danger of dying. Neither was
the new being in her womb. She chose
life when she could have just as easily chosen death. Yes, it could have been easy. In some ways, that is. In some ways it could have been easier than
nurturing life. But in the mind, heart
and soul of the righteous person who was confronted with the choice, life was
the only acceptable path. Yes, even to
the detriment of her very own reputation.
She did it. Like Joseph, she let
the other party completely off the hook. Like
Joseph, she saved three lives and now all three can celebrate the wonder of
life in some kind of comfort.
The child is no longer a child. A loving daughter, yes, who is now an
accomplished adult. Not just an adult, but one who has a family of her own and even in these lean times, can claim a modicum of
comfort and security that allows for the safe and warm upbringing of her own
child. Her own mother humbly celebrates
her choice for life in a modest level of comfort that she can maintain through
the loving support of her immediate family and her own professional
accomplishments.
Yes, the choice of life before and after conception is the
choice for life and gusto in this world.
The choice in favor of life is not made on the spur of the moment. The choice in favor of life is made on the
way to adulthood. The choice in favor of
life is an eternal vow that develops in the very mind, heart and soul of the
maturing human. The choice in favor of
life is a non-negotiable position in favor of the entire human community, not
solely in favor of an individual. The
choice in favor of life is the most generous choice that any human can make for
the sake of the larger human community.
The world is enriched by EVERY new life that is created. Yes, I
say that without reservations.
Furthermore, and in conclusion I say without reservations that every choice for death causes the impoverishment of the human community, be it through abortion, adult homicide, war, civil punishment, suicide or whatever other category I have overlooked. I am celebrating the courage and the love of my dear friend, her wonderful child and the other lives that have been touched and influenced by these deeply righteous, richly human people. We should all be this powerful in our expression of the gift of human freedom.
1 comment:
I am crying at this moment. No words can express what I feel at this moment. But it fills me with happiness that the love of God is so great to have given me a friend who could write about the life that we have chosen. Thank you. To share a little bit more, I have always associated my life with the Joyful Mysteries. Especially the Visitation when none of my sisters/family knew my condition. I went to visit a friend in "..." who helped me and provided help like , maternity dress, babies clothers, etc. that my family could not extend because perhaps of shame about my condition, a big disappointment, family shame. My family only knew when I was very well along...I was all so alone. My parents never knew till "..." (A long time after) I think I will cry again.
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