The Unheard Lamentations
“Life is a gift from God and no one has the right to take it away” – words we have often heard and repeated, and become familiarised with. Yet, each moment, while many of us are unaware and indifferent, this precious gift is being snatched away from the most vulnerable. Although the safest place for a nascent human life ought to be the womb of his mother, yet report after report coming daily from around the world shake us to the core, making us question all that we thought was sacred.
While I was doing my nursing studies in Karnataka, India, one particular day, hearing about a baby being born, we came into the labour room to find a beautiful baby girl. Usually new born babies are wrapped up nicely in warm clothes, but to my surprise, I found the baby being left unattended in some dirty wet linen – even the umbilical cord not cut.
The baby was very much alive and crying; we immediately brought it to the notice of the doctor who was in charge of the labour. The doctor asked the mother whether she wanted to see the baby as the baby was delivered alive. The answer was ‘no’. The doctor told us to let the baby die as according to her, the baby would not live for more than half an hour. Shocked and dismayed, we approached the nurse there to know what exactly was happening and we were told that the parents and the doctor had decided to abort the six-month-old baby in the womb as the mother had high blood pressure and hence, it was deemed to be a high-risk pregnancy.
We were appalled to know that we were witnessing the great crime of abortion right before our eyes, in the knowledge that even assisting such an act would be a mortal sin. But much more than that, we were saddened at the shattered dreams of Jesus for this little girl. The lady doctor advised the nursing assistant to leave the child to die, but the nurse refused to do so saying she was also a mother. I closed my eyes for a while to praise the Lord for the nursing assistant.
When everyone left the place, we covered the child with a warm cloth and by about 7 in the evening, we also had to leave the college. Having no mobile or communication facilities, we could inform no one about these incidents. We spent the rest of our evening in prayer for the child. In the morning we rushed to the hospital, and found the child on the floor, with clothes removed and exposed to the cold to speed up her imminent death. But much to the surprise of everyone, what everyone was expecting didn’t happen that day. But how much could that little life fight on when the whole world was against it – the next day the eyes of that baby which so longed to see her parents, and the beauty of the world around, shut for the final time saying farewell to a society, that had so mercilessly abandoned her. I took the child in my arms, kissed her, and thanked the Lord for choosing me to serve, love and care for Him in the form of this little life, like many had done before – be it the woman washing Jesus’ feet, or Veronica on the Via Crucis or Mother Mary at the foot of the Cross.
Abortion is murder. In the case of this little girl, the learned doctor calculated her life span at 30 minutes, yet she fought on for 38 hours – but alas, no eyes or hearts were human enough to see her. No one could hear the cry of an angel. Where is our heart of love? Why do we not recognise our own blood? What has happened to our relations? For our comfort, prestige, status, beauty and ambition, we break the dreams of our Creator. And the frightening fact is that these are not isolated events, but one that is repeated each moment around the world. Now is the time for us to respond – let us raise up prayers and do whatever is possible to fight this evil.
Our dear Father in Heaven, help us to follow your will and thus fulfil your dreams for us, and not be enamoured by the temptations of the world. In all moments of struggle, help us to say, ‘let Thy will be done’. Come Holy Spirit and strengthen us to discern what is truly right.