Wednesday, October 8, 2014
All that girl wants to be is loved....
What we have done is not because of being strong.
It is not because of pro-life beliefs.
It is not because of faith.
All of those things are there, perhaps. But the reason we continued this pregnancy without a second thought, even though we knew the heartbreak that awaited us at the end of the road, is simple:
That is the reason. I loved this child from the moment I suspected I was carrying her. I will love her until the day I die, and (God willing) in the life beyond this one.
This has long been my favorite Bible verse, 1 Corinthians 13:1:
If I speak with the tongues of men or of angels, but have not love, I am but a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
The ending verse of the chapter (the one that contains the "Love is patient, love is kind..." bit that is read at so many weddings) is more famous, and equally applicable here:
Three things remain: faith, hope, and love. And the greatest of these is love.
It is all about love. Jesus said "This is my commandment. Love one another as I have loved you." (John 15:12, remarkably nearly the same in every translation.) I'm nowhere near Jesus levels of love, but I love as much as I can.
My uncle, who was like a father to me, was Wiccan; they believe in a Spiral of Rebirth, rather similar to the Hindu belief in reincarnation, where you are reborn as many times as you need to learn the lessons you need. And I was thinking about this, and the question arose "What could a person need to learn that a 90-minute life is long enough?" And the answer is obvious. She needed to be loved. And so she was.