Cherishing Life

Do you remember that multimedia presentation about Thomas Laux, whose parents chose to continue with their pregnancy and cherish the brief moments of life he had before giving him up to God? The other day I read the two-part article that went with the video. I’ve got to warn you, please have several tissues ready if you read this article. I made the mistake of reading it while under the influence of pregnancy hormones and I did break down in tears here in my office. That said, this is a story that is a powerful example of one couple’s faith in the hardest of situations. It’s a window into faith in the hardest of places, and a testimony to how precious each moment of life really is.


Rachel refused to be comforted for her children…
….because they were not. (Jer 31:15)


Thanks for running this, Catherine, even if I am almost a year late reading it, and now down by a box of tissues. I will console myself with equal parts prayer and Milk Duds.

Why does it take things like this to remind us of what we know? That there is something in a human being – in every human being - that is sacred and holy and precious beyond all measure?

I’m not speaking of merit, of course, but of dearness and rarity. Each person, by God’s fearfully deliberate design, is gloriously one of a kind, exquisite, irreplaceable. If a human being comes and goes there will never, ever be another like him. He is the only one of him that shall ever be.

If he perishes, we will know other fabulous gems, but never diamonds; we will know emeralds, but never rubies. When a person dies the universe suffers the irretrievable loss of some glorious thing that once was, but is and can be, no more. Our loss is infinite, our grief inconsolable -- until the resurrection of the just.

I think of all the little people we’ve lost to abortion. If one is precious past comprehension, what then when millions die?

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“How much must mankind suffer, Lord?” I cried.

He looked at me and, weeping, said, “Far, far too much.”

* * *

Oh happy candle, never was a night
More brightly lit than with thy fleeting light!
I watched the movie for the first time earlier this afternoon. I was sobbing by the time it finished. I think I'll go hug my children now.
You warned me, but I didn't listen. Now, where is that box of Kleenex? That aside, it's a great story. Thanks for sharing the followup.

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