Interesting . . .
I just read that up to ten states are deciding or have decided to ban dismemberment abortions. One has to sit back a moment and think about that statement. Here we are almost in the beginning of 2019 and we have to vote on whether or not to chop up a tender, unborn infant that is obviously too large for the regular scraping, slicing, suction, etc. I’m not savvy with the ways and means of killing an unborn but I imagine there are many systems to throw away a helpless human life.
We are supposedly in a civilized society yet the people (who obviously survived abortion) are seriously debating the issue of cutting up a live baby or not. I guess there is a reason they want to dismantle God’s creation before the child reaches the outside world. They might actually see the sudden shock and pain on the infant’s face when they engage in their killing attack. Baby on the inside, not murder. Baby gets out alive in spite of ‘medical’ efforts . . . might get a chance to live but probably not as life conflicts with abortion which is death.
So, we have elected men and women discussing the future demise of unborn but possibly near-term babies as a political resolution and not a human one. Some reporter with character should ask them why an unborn baby killed in the process of a crime would be considered murder while chopping up (excuse me, dismemberment!) a near term ‘fetus’ is a procedure.
As we grow older, we discover that each new Christmas sharply brings to mind the people who are no longer gathered around the Christmas dinner table and festive tree any longer. Although, we never stop thinking about them, the joys of the season seem to accentuate the empty ache in our hearts.
For the people who don’t see past the decorations and mad shopping preceding the days to the ‘reason for the season’, one has to feel sorry for them. When we take note of the changes that are felt more strongly in the midst of joy, we have to solace of knowing that we can pray for their souls and still send them good wishes and kind thoughts in spite of their physical absence. For those who believe that life is terminal as we cease to exist the moment we close our eyes in death, you have to wonder how they cope with such a finality without hope.
Given these thoughts, I think that is why I was actually thankful that two of my offspring decided to come early and grace the Christmas season in December. I suppose, to them, it is often an inconvenience in having to share the holiday. I look at it as a happiness to take the edge off the people in my life that can only be here my thoughts and prayers.
Advent . . . a time of waiting and a time of preparing. If we gave sufficient time to the spiritual aspect as well as the holiday/baking/gift given perspective, one should now be with a sense of peace and excitement about what tomorrow will bring.
My husband decided to spend Christmas Eve (AFTER he helps with the housecleaning!), creating a Panettone with my daughter. They have been glued to the bread book all week reading and rereading the directions and lining up ingredients. The recipe calls for a ‘starter’. To those uninitiated in the ins and outs of breadmaking, there are times when a recipe calls for nurturing a mixture of water and yeast into a gentle rise which will be the leavening ingredient in the final outcome. My daughter is 28 years old but decided that the starter needed a name so they have been periodically checking on Hector. He is doing fine, by the way.
Earlier in the month, my daughter and I spent her day off from work icing cut out cookies and the four hours it took were amazingly fun as we talked about things, admired each other’s handiwork and overindulged in edible glitter and sparkles for the cookies.
We plan to attend Mass on Christmas Day and then my job will be preparing a beef roast along with two vegan dishes for my son who went vegan a couple of years ago. After that, presents and another set of memories until, God Willing, we make some more memories throughout 2019 culminating in another Christmas together.