I really had not thought of it before. It was one of those things that is apparently so simple one never considers it. But there it was - reaching out through the darkness to envelope me in sweetness… My favorite time of the evening is just after I have turned out the light, and am propped up on my pillows, for it is then that I have my most intimate visits with the Lord. This particular visit took place about three weeks ago. I was in distress over the election results, concerned that our President-Elect, Barack Obama, a far-left liberal, was preparing to increase the world’s abortion industry with U.S. taxpayers footing the bill. I was quite unhappy that this “distribution of wealth” would force Christians to contribute even more blood money through the back door of their tax dollars. According to Mr. Obama, we can take our right-wing conservative principles and shove ‘em for we will no longer be allowed to protest by the back door. Once he steps into the Oval office the Christians will be forced to acknowledge the front door of taxation, a broad sweeping testimony of intent that will prop the door wide open, inviting the whole world to enter in. It was while I was sharing these concerns that the Lord spoke to me... "Did I ever tell you how much fun it was to watch Cain and Abel grow in their mother’s womb and then - to watch them after they were born - trembling, squirming, crying, and sleeping? I counted their tiny fingers again and all their toes, and laughed at the pouting and puckering of their little mouths. I couldn’t help being filled with wonder that these tiny replicas of Adam and Eve were so wonderfully and fearfully made. “My Father had made Adam and Eve fully grown, and though baby animals had been born in the Garden, Cain and Abel were the very first offspring of the very first man and woman. I watched as these little ones grew into their first real smile, their first baby-talk, their first crawl, the first word and the first step. Suddenly they were in their very first run through the fields and from that day on there was no stopping them." My reply must have sounded a bit empty: “What a delight it must have been for all of Heaven, just watching this miracle God had put into motion..." “Heaven was indeed delighted,” He said, but the Father’s delight was as much in the nurturing of the womb as it was in the actual birth. He watched their little bones grow and their fingernails and toenails take shape and form. He counted the hairs on their little heads and He watched the blood rush through their tiny little veins. And, when they were restless, He put forth His finger and they grabbed it, holding on to it, sometimes in the womb but, especially, in the labored hours of their deliverance. They knew they need not be afraid when a warm finger in their teeny tiny hand brought such comfort." I asked Him, "Do you still comfort the babies?" He assured me, not in so many words, but in word pictures downloaded into my spirit. "Yes,” was His reply, paraphrased, “Babies grow into little children and little children grow into big children who grow up to become parents and leaders of their communities and their nations. “Aside from that, can you think of anything more precious, more delightful than a baby? They are totally dependent upon their parents for every need they have. They have to be fed, bathed, diapered, dressed, played with, cuddled and carried until they learn to be self-sufficient. This often takes years, meanwhile, a little one growing up in the flesh and in the spirit needs lots of guidance, lots of protection and lots of love. And one never knows what their little ones will develop into – I am sure the fathers of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln didn’t have a clue their sons would become role models to countless millions of starry-eyed American boys… “Sometimes I sneak into their bedrooms at night, especially those that are lonely or wounded through some insensitive behavior, and I slip my hand beneath their little hand and they grab my finger and hold on while they sink into a sound and restful sleep. I go from child to child – and I send my angels into the world to help as well, to each child that has the need for comfort..." Then I asked, "Did it ever occur to you, in the beginning, that you would look like that tiny Cain and Abel when your time came? And did you marvel to think the Most High God, Creator of Heaven and Earth would one day become a tiny dependent baby in diapers?" He laughed, "Oh, Yes, and I laughed then as I do now, just remembering that moment, realizing I would be as much Son of Man as I would be Son of God. And that Son of Man would be lonely at times too, and in need of His own Father's finger to hold onto. But surely you are aware that not all of my children are little folk, many of those in need of comfort are parents, grandparents and the elderly who are alone and not as strong as they used to be. Don’t you remember the night you wept with grief, and how I wrapped you in a soft warm blanket and held you until you stopped crying?” "Yes." I whispered. “I remember…” He changed the subject, “Do you remember your firstborn – the one you lost? I brought that little one home, now all grown up and someday, when the time comes, you will meet each other. “You comforted my firstborn – the child I lost?” “He wasn’t lost to me. You are forgetting that the Father knew that little one before he was conceived – he actually learned about love in the Father's presence in ages past. Perhaps that is why the little ones feel lonely in the womb and even after birth. Perhaps that is why they curl up in their mother's arms - grabbing the extended finger - searching for that love they knew so well. It was always so... "Of course, the cultures of this world have changed. I warned you that the hearts of men would grow cold, and they have. And when love grows cold, the value of life grows cold. Today, while the babies that are birthed are still a delight to visit, those that are murdered in their mother's wombs are the heartache and the hurt to me that will not go away. “I cannot bear to watch their agony yet I cannot leave them to bear it alone. While their little hand grasps the unseen finger tightly, their little spirits are lifted by their angels who carry them to me where they grow up in my Garden. Oh how they love to run and play in the fields and sit at my feet and listen to my stories. They are so beautiful, so alive in My world, I never tire of watching them. “Of course, as they grow they learn My ways and the ways of My Father, which are the same, which they will come to understand when they are older. Their parents did not want them and they do know this, but they also know the Father and I do want them, and that we have claimed them as our own. Their little spirits do heal in time from the trauma they experienced and as I cuddle them, sing to them, cover their little hand with my own, and as they learn to laugh and coo and kick with glee, forgetting the hurt of their brief past, their joy grows full and complete..." Then I asked a really stupid question: “What does one say to mothers who kill their unborn children? He hesitated only slightly. Then… “I grieve for them because their fear is real, and because they have rejected MY love for them and for the child. They think they have no choice all the while they are crying out, ‘I want a choice.’ They have made their choice and they will be held accountable for that decision. Unfortunately, the innocence that was growing in her womb was given no choice at all. It became a helpless victim of premeditated murder, a barbaric crime, the most horrific death a mother can inflict on her own flesh and blood. “I grieve as well over the wickedness and moral decadence of a nation that kills its future generations, the leaders and parents of tomorrow, the prosperity of a nation blessed with good teachers, doctors and scientists. And what will they do for a defense force? Where will they recruit their armies? They do not realize it yet, but they have already sentenced their tomorrows to their own destruction…” ************************************************************** It was an intimate visit, a personal story meant for sharing. I shared it with a friend who told me I must by all means write it down and share it with others. ************************************************************** Remember, He loves us with an everlasting love, young and old alike, and there is no love in this world like the love He has for each of His little ones. Sometimes, they suffer like the grownups and the elderly, the maimed, the blind and the very sick. It is the way of this life in this world. But someday, when it is our turn to enter into His world, there is a whole new beginning that cannot ever know suffering again. In that day He shall wipe away every tear and there shall be no more… He has already chosen a day and an hour for each of us to make that journey and so we will wait and do our best to protect the little ones while we are here. It is therefore, on this special Thanksgiving Day, when our prayers and our thoughts are lifted for our many men and women in uniform, that all we who believe can say, “Thank You, Lord, for the unbreakable promises of your love and Grace. We know they are ours for eternity,” as we slip our own little hands into Your big one… Joan Krempel |