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God is at work in you.The Patient, the Pregnant Nurse, and Roe vs. Wade
A lot has happened since 1973.
Last year I drove a beloved family member to the emergency room at a hospital in Detroit. She had been diagnosed with cancer nine months prior and the treatment, while necessary to save her life, had brought her to the brink of death.
So many memories came to mind as my loved one, my mother, and I walked into the emergency room. This was the same hospital where my father was taken in 1975 after he had a massive heart attack in church while walking up the isle to receive Holy Communion. He was 39. My brother, sister, and I spent many hours after school in the 6th floor waiting room while my mother visited my father in cardiac care.
I was in the fourth grade at the time and remember eating dinner every day in the cafeteria, meeting new people while waiting day after day in the waiting room, and spending many hours looking out the 6th floor window onto Moross Road watching the cars go by. I remember going into a restroom at the hospital one day and deciding in my ten year-old mind that I had to leave a testimonial to the time my family spent there. I don't remember what I wrote in the thin area of white grout between two tiles, just that I wrote something.
As I stood in the corridor of the emergency room thirty-five years later, I marveled at how much has changed in such a short time. The advances in technology have been astounding. My mother and I ate dinner in the cafeteria which bears no resemblance to the cafeteria I remember from my youth. It is now two stories high and much more modern. I traveled back in time in my mind and remembered our young family standing in line with our trays, thinking it was so great to be able to choose every day whatever we wanted from the options, as my father recovered as best he could from the significant damage to his heart.
After reminiscing during dinner, my mother and I returned to the emergency room and I sat next to my loved one. This time, instead of looking out the window to pass the time, I had my laptop computer and portal to the entire world to keep me occupied. The medical equipment is so much more sophisticated, and so much more can be done to save people's lives than was possible in 1975.
As the nurse tended to my family member, I thought about how much my loved one and my mother as her caregiver had endured in the quest to preserve her life. I thought about how close their suffering has brought them to our dear Lord, and how immeasurable the value of her life is to Him and to us. I thought about the human condition and the great dignity we possess having been created in the image and likeness of God. How loved and valued we are, how precious and important our time here is. What extraordinary plans God has for us.
It is crucial that we not rely on our own understanding.
The nurse moved to the other side of the bed to adjust the intravenous tubes, which positioned her between my loved one and me. I was seated in a chair, and her abdomen was at my eye level. She was eight months pregnant. My thoughts turned to the sanctity of life, of the precious new life God created, and of the many guardian angels in the room: the angels of my loved ones, mine, the nurse’s, and the guardian angel of the unborn child. Then my thoughts turned to the tens of millions of unborn babies that have been denied their right to live, and be loved and valued.
There were so many people who did everything possible to preserve the life of my loved one. People that she never even met before had prayed for her, and she had a team of doctors and nurses working to save her life. What stark contrast to the total lack of consideration for the lives of the children who are killed by abortion. To think that those children had a team, too: volunteers, administrators, receptionists, nurses, doctors, and marketing specialists. Those children should have been defended, protected, loved, and cared for in equal measure to my loved one.
So much has changed in the world and in the hospital setting since I spent so much time there in 1975. So many more lives are saved today because of advances in medicine. In stark contrast, abortion was legalized in the United States in 1973. Since then, over 46 million people in the United States alone have lost their lives to abortion (Pro-life Action League).
What a tragedy that we work so hard to save some lives and kill others before they ever have a chance to live. We have no right to decide who is loved and who is discarded. If we try so hard to save certain people, life must be worth something.
After my loved one was admitted to the hospital that night, my mother and I saw her to her room and then left for home. It was hard leaving her there, but fortunately her tests came back with good results. What sorrow to leave someone you love when you know they are suffering. Just down the hall my mother showed me some doors and told me they led to a chapel. She suggested we go inside. I expected the doors right off the hospital ward to lead to a plain little non-denominational chapel the size of a closet. Upon walking through the doors, I felt like we had walked into another dimension!
I was absolutely enchanted as we entered the large Catholic Church inside the hospital. The Stations of the Cross were in mosaic and were so beautiful, as was the stained glass. I even saw the likeness of my friend St. Anthony. As I made my way up the long center isle to the altar, I came upon a side niche. The Pieta was recessed back in a well lit area. Jesus and Mary understand our suffering. They suffered for every single one of us, without exception.
Next I approached the altar, above which hung a beautiful double-sided crucifix. Jesus gave His life for every single one of us, because He loves and values every single one of us.
I was so delighted by our time in the chapel. I said to my mother, "Let's have her (our loved one) wheeled in here!" That is where I would have wanted to spend the night!
Visiting the chapel was of great comfort to my sorrowful heart.
What will people think of us, thirty five years from now? May the legacy of our time be our choice to respect and defend life from conception to natural death. Let us live in imitation of Christ. 1
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1. Michele Elena Bondi, God Moments II: Receiving the Fruits of the Holy Spirit (Rochester, MI: Joseph Karl Publishing, in print), Chapter 1.
So many memories came to mind as my loved one, my mother, and I walked into the emergency room. This was the same hospital where my father was taken in 1975 after he had a massive heart attack in church while walking up the isle to receive Holy Communion. He was 39. My brother, sister, and I spent many hours after school in the 6th floor waiting room while my mother visited my father in cardiac care.
I was in the fourth grade at the time and remember eating dinner every day in the cafeteria, meeting new people while waiting day after day in the waiting room, and spending many hours looking out the 6th floor window onto Moross Road watching the cars go by. I remember going into a restroom at the hospital one day and deciding in my ten year-old mind that I had to leave a testimonial to the time my family spent there. I don't remember what I wrote in the thin area of white grout between two tiles, just that I wrote something.
As I stood in the corridor of the emergency room thirty-five years later, I marveled at how much has changed in such a short time. The advances in technology have been astounding. My mother and I ate dinner in the cafeteria which bears no resemblance to the cafeteria I remember from my youth. It is now two stories high and much more modern. I traveled back in time in my mind and remembered our young family standing in line with our trays, thinking it was so great to be able to choose every day whatever we wanted from the options, as my father recovered as best he could from the significant damage to his heart.
After reminiscing during dinner, my mother and I returned to the emergency room and I sat next to my loved one. This time, instead of looking out the window to pass the time, I had my laptop computer and portal to the entire world to keep me occupied. The medical equipment is so much more sophisticated, and so much more can be done to save people's lives than was possible in 1975.
As the nurse tended to my family member, I thought about how much my loved one and my mother as her caregiver had endured in the quest to preserve her life. I thought about how close their suffering has brought them to our dear Lord, and how immeasurable the value of her life is to Him and to us. I thought about the human condition and the great dignity we possess having been created in the image and likeness of God. How loved and valued we are, how precious and important our time here is. What extraordinary plans God has for us.
It is crucial that we not rely on our own understanding.
The nurse moved to the other side of the bed to adjust the intravenous tubes, which positioned her between my loved one and me. I was seated in a chair, and her abdomen was at my eye level. She was eight months pregnant. My thoughts turned to the sanctity of life, of the precious new life God created, and of the many guardian angels in the room: the angels of my loved ones, mine, the nurse’s, and the guardian angel of the unborn child. Then my thoughts turned to the tens of millions of unborn babies that have been denied their right to live, and be loved and valued.
There were so many people who did everything possible to preserve the life of my loved one. People that she never even met before had prayed for her, and she had a team of doctors and nurses working to save her life. What stark contrast to the total lack of consideration for the lives of the children who are killed by abortion. To think that those children had a team, too: volunteers, administrators, receptionists, nurses, doctors, and marketing specialists. Those children should have been defended, protected, loved, and cared for in equal measure to my loved one.
So much has changed in the world and in the hospital setting since I spent so much time there in 1975. So many more lives are saved today because of advances in medicine. In stark contrast, abortion was legalized in the United States in 1973. Since then, over 46 million people in the United States alone have lost their lives to abortion (Pro-life Action League).
What a tragedy that we work so hard to save some lives and kill others before they ever have a chance to live. We have no right to decide who is loved and who is discarded. If we try so hard to save certain people, life must be worth something.
After my loved one was admitted to the hospital that night, my mother and I saw her to her room and then left for home. It was hard leaving her there, but fortunately her tests came back with good results. What sorrow to leave someone you love when you know they are suffering. Just down the hall my mother showed me some doors and told me they led to a chapel. She suggested we go inside. I expected the doors right off the hospital ward to lead to a plain little non-denominational chapel the size of a closet. Upon walking through the doors, I felt like we had walked into another dimension!
I was absolutely enchanted as we entered the large Catholic Church inside the hospital. The Stations of the Cross were in mosaic and were so beautiful, as was the stained glass. I even saw the likeness of my friend St. Anthony. As I made my way up the long center isle to the altar, I came upon a side niche. The Pieta was recessed back in a well lit area. Jesus and Mary understand our suffering. They suffered for every single one of us, without exception.
Next I approached the altar, above which hung a beautiful double-sided crucifix. Jesus gave His life for every single one of us, because He loves and values every single one of us.
I was so delighted by our time in the chapel. I said to my mother, "Let's have her (our loved one) wheeled in here!" That is where I would have wanted to spend the night!
Visiting the chapel was of great comfort to my sorrowful heart.
What will people think of us, thirty five years from now? May the legacy of our time be our choice to respect and defend life from conception to natural death. Let us live in imitation of Christ. 1
If you or anyone you know
is in need of a place
to renew, rebuild, and redeem
a heart that has been broken by abortion,
in an environment of emotional and spiritual safety,
please visit: http://www.rachelsvineyard.org/
is in need of a place
to renew, rebuild, and redeem
a heart that has been broken by abortion,
in an environment of emotional and spiritual safety,
please visit: http://www.rachelsvineyard.org/
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1. Michele Elena Bondi, God Moments II: Receiving the Fruits of the Holy Spirit (Rochester, MI: Joseph Karl Publishing, in print), Chapter 1.
