It is not easy to hug a new father who is awash in the deepest grief and the loneliest joy of his life. It is not easy to see a husband without a wife, an infant without a mother. None of it is easy. But it is rich, this life we are given, rich in complexity and sorrow and gladness and challenge and change. It is rich in unexpected turns and unbidden burdens and sudden, astonishing grace.
We do not anticipate young mothers dying at a moment devoted to birth, and yet we know it happens. We count on life—we take for granted another morning, another cup of coffee, another chance to make love—and yet these terrible things that happen slap us awake with the reminder of the ephemeral nature of us on this earth.
We can all disappear just like that. I imagine May living on in her child, in the way her daughter might one day tuck her hair behind her ear or laugh at a ridiculous dad-joke. May is gone, but her D.
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Her gift to posterity remains. Her powerful love remains. I like to think her spirit remains. I like to think of the fierce unseen presence of a mother watching over her daughter. I do not know if anything I am thinking is true. I am thinking it anyway. Bad things must happen to some good people.
Doubt is a necessary condition of faith. Otherwise we would just be automatons. My grandmother died in child birth at 23 and her little boy also died. My father was her first child and 17 months old at the time. I pray every day to see her some time in the future.
Going by how old you are, that must have been, what ? But, your saying "too bad, so sad, but people gotta die" is the most honest thing about god any christian has said.
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Pretty much "Oh well, eff you. And y'all think you're going to get any new cult recruits with that attitude? Uh, nope. No long after that. Christianity is not about this world so what happens here good or bad is not the primary objective. Faith requires doubt and a free will to believe. If we lived in a predictable world there essentially is no free will and no value In believing, it would be automatic and as I said we would be automatons.
In our world there will never be a slam dunk piece of evidence that God is there so prayers are not guarantees of what we ask for but certainly not a waste of time. Robin, your anger and contempt drip from your words and we have no idea whether it is ant-religious bigotry or the pus from a terrible wound. Those of us who take it as true that we are the beloved creatures of an infinitely loving and merciful God are living and trusting that the existence of suffering and death does not in any way provide proof that life is meaningless and arose purely by chance with no point or purpose or that a devil has made it all to lust in its cruelty.
As far as childbirth is concerned, not every mother has survived being pregnant and not every person conceived has been born and survived the process. This was blatantly obvious to the ancients - the ancient Assyrians, Medes, Persians, Babylonians, Egyptians, Aztecs, Incas and so on - and no matter how long lasting their civilisations no group made more than the slightest difference to that reality. Something happened two thousand years ago, and the people living under the influence of that momentous event, our cult, have made an enormous difference. The old graveyards of the world are populated with the graves of young women and babies.
Today we Australia have an inquest for each and every rare maternal death intending to discover anything faulty during the pregnancy or a cause not avoidable. From doing genealogy work on my family tree, it seems that this used to be a common occurrence. I noticed that the father did not raise the children after the death. The fathers left and married someone else leaving the children to the mother's relatives to raise. What do you think of the father's abandonment of his own children? I have seen this with Irish-Americans and German-Americans.
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She and her husband Randy have four daughters. Your source for jobs, books, retreats, and much more. Faith Faith in Focus. Valerie Schultz July 03, Where is God when a mother dies in childbirth? Do we ever retire from being mothers? The problem with looking for God in the clouds. Show Comments 7. Robin Smith. J Cosgrove. No, humble submission to the plan and purpose of God is not insane, foolish or contemptible. Robin is an atheist. Login to comment.
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A gift to meet you! Grace is the most amazing of all. I had a full-tuition scholarship to university and never finished. When the kids and the washing machine sleep, I wash my real dirt down with words and The Word.
Are the ones I live. This convicts me.