|Orange Rose from the funeral.|
My friend's sister had been pregnant, around 30 weeks when the baby stopped moving.. The sorrow that reverberated through their family was felt in my own home.
I have never lost a baby (God willing I never do), I've never even had a miscarriage, so this topic is one that I approach with hesitation and hope that my sympathy will be felt by all reading.
When my friend got home we talked about death and pregnancy while she decompressed. We discussed the realities of such a situation, and the potential emotional repercussions her sister might suffer from.
Then my friend said, "I sure wish I could get her to come to church with me."
Church. It might as well be a four letter word. It's the 'fantasy of the delusional'.
Or is it?
Religion is the basis of every society. Without religion there would be no law, no justice, no moral compass with which to follow. Man would be no better than the beasts of the earth, roaming wild and without purpose.
And yet we, as a society, shrink from the demands of a Deity we cannot see nor touch. We chafe at the simple guidelines given to bring us greater joy, happiness and fulfillment.
How bad is it to?:
Not commit adultery
One of the basic tenants of my faith is that this life is a mere blip in the grand plan of God. We existed before we came to this Earth and we will exist for eternity's beyond. In that light it seems a little easier to follow simple laws.
But fewer and fewer people choose to commit themselves to such beliefs. Less and less do we see reverence for all things holy. More and more we regard sacred things as if they were modern mythology.
Imagine, if you will, that there is a place we go to, that our loved ones do reside in another sphere and that when we pass beyond death we will be able to see them again.
Why would we choose to not accept that? What gain do we receive by denying such a thing?
My friends sister is suffering from one of the greatest losses ever conceived of. Not only did she lose her child, but she was required to give every ounce of physical energy that she possessed to deliver his body to the grave.
Why is it wrong to suggest that her child is somewhere better? That he is happy and smiling and waiting for her?
Admittedly, I was raised in a religious home. The concept of NOT believing is beyond me. For me, it is not merely having faith, but having knowledge that there is something more. It only makes sense.
Knowing that there is more beyond this world allows me to focus my efforts on those things that are really important: raising healthy, morally straight children, strengthening my marriage, building up myself.
Knowing that there is more beyond this world allows me to accept my mistakes and move on.
I cannot imagine what this young mother must be going through. Losing a child is the worst imaginable outcome of my life. It is a fear that haunts my dreams. Yet, what knowledge I have of the greater picture gives me an altar with which to lay my fears.
I wish that all could accept that there is more than just this world. I wish that all would simply go to church and feel the power that lies beyond our eyes.
I wish that my friends young sister would allow herself to be wrapped in the loving arms of a Father that is unseen, a Father that I know exists and loves and cares for her and me and you.