It really is amazing. It's funny even how much moreso
amazing it has become to me since someone I am close to carried a child and gave birth. :) I was already #prolife
but I feel I understand better than I did before, and I hope my respect for the unborn -- and above that, for the One who created them -- continues to grow in fullness. And in fact, my respect for the being of humans in general, individually and corporately. Just the fact that we exist, right here, right now, whatever else we may have to face, breathing. There's grace in that, and there's dignity given to us: even those who know nothing but suffering are given the dignity of being themselves, and even a life of suffering can be full. And the reason for that? Our existence is meaningful because we bear the image of Someone Great. No matter who you are, what you've done or been through, you have always been blessed, because there has always been something about you and your existence from God. Most of us just never recognize it, or are told about it, and we fall into despair or other trappings, if we even have the energy or inclination to think about it at all.
But as one of my friends might (wisely!) say, "Keep the wonder!"
Because the wonder deepens. :) So wide and so full. The endless, fascinating depth of the stars in the night sky can but remind us of it by comparison.
I'm not usually like this, but I look at that baby now (the one I know) and I think of what s/he has gone through since the day of his/her conception, physically and developmentally. It was all him/her, all along. Known by God, formed by God: preparing him/her for the rest of us to get to love and experience. ;) Even before his/her conception s/he was planned and loved by the best of Persons, and the fullest of Persons, before the rest of us had an iota of thought, preparation, consciousness towards him/her or even our own existence, or others' toward ours. I DID NOT always understand this in any meaningful, fleshed-out sense before: how intricate and personal and individual born and unborn babies are in every
respect. They are SO FULL. It is SO REAL. Her/his being born premature especially helped me grasp this, watching the bud continue to unfold into bloom, yet a flower all along nonetheless. If you ask me for science, I simply have to say "separate DNA", and if you ask me for ethics, I say "separate soul/existence". I can think of other reasons as well but these are sufficient, because... It's really very simple. But we want to complicate things all the time. That is called "rationalization". Rationalization is a common psychological defense mechanism used to "justify the unacceptable to make it tolerable to oneself.
To oneself. You. Me. Us. Them.
don't believe this little miracle pictured here is a human being, I ask you, as a personal favor -- from one lowly, sincere, unknowing human to another -- to open your heart and genuinely, patiently consider for a moment or, I dare you, for more than a fleeting moment, even the possibility that it is
. Let the gravity
of that wash over you until you've thought it out to the ends of your imagination. Just think about it. And be entirely honest with yourself. Let yourself feel. Think of the beauty we are witnessing here; if you don't find pictures like this beautiful (I certainly didn't always), imagine for a few seconds that it is beautiful, and why; or question yourself about why you don't like it, why that might be. Don't be afraid. :) Just think. Question everything. Dig at the roots of everything. Step outside of yourself.
I challenge every intellectual that has ever existed or will exist that if anyone honestly
considers the case for personhood, they will know the child is indeed, a human person in the being. This is not braggadocios or absurd, it is concrete fact. It is literally impossible to be thinking honestly and not see this. Be a scientist for a minute here. Watch, feel, experience, record, compare, how you react, psychologically, when I say all this to you. Are you on the defense? Is your mind scrambling for reasons and justifications? Are you skimming over what I'm saying? Are you impatient? Are you spending more time preparing your answer than in considering my words? Are you insincere and disinterested? Is your chest tight? Are you tense? Are you hot? Or are you acting very, very nonchalantly, carefully, painstakingly, self-consciously nonchalant? Are you uncomfortable, or are you shut down suddenly? Do you find yourself angry, or incensed, at me, although I technically have done
nothing and can do nothing to you or worldwide circumstances: I have no power, no sway, no influence, no repute, no control, no way to defeat? Or do you find it necessary to laugh at me, for some reason, pick me apart at the seams, squabble over semantics or details... Perhaps to block out your own sincere thoughts, to fill in the empty void and silence that you would otherwise have in you before what I am saying?
Do you know what I am saying?
Those, any of those, my dear friend, if you are sensitive enough to allow yourself to feel them, are the signs of a guilty, or simply apathetic, conscience -- or if you prefer, innate knowledge of good and evil that we ALL have, somewhere, hidden
-- trying to protect itself from any. Sense. Of. Shame. Trust me, I know. I see it in myself and I see it in others. We
are all our first priority, no doubt about it.
In order to do wrong and say it wasn't, we have to lie to ourselves; and what in us we are lying to is the image placed in all of us, our first commonality: God's image, God's righteousness, his perfect knowledge of right and wrong, stamped onto us. But the Father of lies, Satan, is the father of all evil, and evil, my friends, is our second commonality. Here we witness the very antithesis between them, God and Stana, good and evil, in our very person in our very conscious.
So let it go. Let the good come. First it feels painful, since it's brought to the attention, but then it washes away the pain, better than you ever had it done before: you will come to realize you didn't know just how stooped and hunched over and unrelaxed you were. How defensive. How scared as hell. And how full of sorrow.
I pray you let joy which comes from above, come to you, instead of this guilt, as you come into the warm, washing light of the truth.
"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” Albert Einstein