Wounds of the unborn…

My thoughts tonighfetust and the prayers of my heart are with the unborn—those most in danger of abortion, and with those who have been aborted.

One story which Sister Mary Michael, SSND from St. Mary of the Pines in Chatawa, Mississippi, told us in a health class around 1962 or so, has stayed with me, vivid and poignant through these many years. Sister explained that she once knew a young woman who got pregnant, and her husband told her: “When you go to the hospital, don’t come home with the baby. Don’t come home at all unless you are alone.”

The young woman didn’t have an abortion, but throughout her pregnancy, she agonized over her dilemma. With tears in her eyes, Sister Mary Michael told us that when the mother delivered the baby, she left it at the hospital. Shortly, caregivers were astounded to discover that this tiny newborn contorted its little body to avoid being touched. It shrank away from human contact. Sister concluded that the baby had learned that it was not wanted and was acting accordingly.  What poisonous conversation did that baby hear for nine months from its mother that would provoke it at its birth to spurn, despite its total helplessness and vulnerability, all human contact and comfort?

I have never forgotten the tragic image of the unwanted newborn whose very body reflected the baby’s feeling of being unwanted, abandonment, rejection by its mother. Who can know the emotional, psychological trauma of the unborn who absorb through the mother’s body, her thoughts, emotions, turmoil, the sure knowledge that they are rejected in the worst terms imaginable?

Tomorrow, I will attend the rally for the Unborn with other Pro-Life witnesses standing to protest Planned Parenthood. I can’t get the image of the rejected infant from my mind, much less the tiny bodies ripped apart or deliberately preserved as whole entities in order to secure a greater price on the open market for infant cadavers.

When I wrote my talk on the Sacred Heart, the Holy Spirit gave me this insight: “For the Heart of Jesus, that little face, “one beyond compare” is His whole focus, the infinite delight of His Heart or the unmitigated sorrow of His Heart. It is as though that one little face is the only one that has ever existed or will ever exist and the fullness of His Heart rests on that little one.

“His Heart has felt every pain of every hurt or frightened child—and it is His child’s face that Jesus sees in every confused, broken adult. The loss of innocence and purity everywhere drowned, killed, mutilated, in the clutches of the evil one. The Sacred Heart of Jesus takes personally every hurt to every child of His Heart. Can we ever again “pray for souls” without seeing with Him all those innocent faces in harm’s way?

[Mark Mallett posted in Oct. 2015:  PASSION OF THE UNBORN – http://www.markmallett.com/blog/the-passion-of-the-unborn/#more-5790 ]

[ https://soulfoodministries.wordpress.com/soul-food-talk-18-the-sacred-heart-of-jesus/ ]


Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, hope of the unborn, have mercy on us.


“Diamonds and Toads”

I remember that when I was a child, I rToads-and-Diamondsead a charming French fairy tale which so impressed me that I immediately wanted to be the sweet, compassionate, and beautiful younger daughter:

A bad-tempered old widow had two daughters; her older daughter, was disagreeable and proud but looked and behaved like her mother, and therefore was her favorite child; her younger daughter, was sweet, compassionate, and beautiful, but resembled her late father. Jealous and bitter, the widow and her favorite daughter abused and mistreated the younger girl.

One day while drawing water from the well, an old woman asked the younger girl for a drink of water. The girl politely consented and after giving it, she found that the woman was a fairy, who had taken the guise of a crone to test the character of mortals. As the girl was so kind and compassionate toward her, the fairy blessed her with having either a jewel, a diamond or a pretty flower fall from her mouth whenever she spoke.

Upon arriving home and explaining why she took so long to her mother, the widow was delighted at the sight of diamonds, pearls and roses falling from the girl’s lips, and desired that her favored eldest daughter, Fanny, should have the gift as well. Fanny protested, but the widow forcibly sent her to the well with instruction to act kindly toward an old beggar woman. Fanny set off but the fairy appeared as a fine princess, and requested that the girl draw her a drink from the well. The elder daughter spoke rudely to the fairy and insulted her. The fairy decreed that, as punishment for her despicable attitude, either a toad or a snake would fall from Fanny’s mouth whenever she spoke.

When Fanny arrived home, she told her story to her mother and disgusting toads and vipers fell from her mouth with each word. The widow, in a fury, drove her younger daughter out of the house. In the woods, she met a king’s son, who fell in love with her and married her. In time, even the widow was sickened by her older daughter, and drove her out, and she died alone and miserable in the woods. [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diamonds_and_Toads]

Truly this is more than a fairy tale. Jesus told us that it is not what enters a man’s body which renders him impure, but what comes forth from the heart through the mouth. I am charmed to see, in faith, that the jewels, diamonds or pretty flowers fall from my lips when I practice virtue, consoling and delighting the hearts of Jesus and Mary. As in the Canticle of Canticles, Jesus comes down into my garden to browse among the lilies. I have met the King’s Son who has fallen in love with me. This is no fairy tale, but the deepest truth of holiness. What a joy and consolation as we struggle daily!

NOTE:  Right after posting this, I returned to Gabrielle Bossis, HE AND I, to read:  “Offer Me your most ordinary actions, the smallest of them, like a  bouquet of wild flowers.  Aren’t they loved, these little flowers of the fields? Make a crown of them for Me; it takes many little flowers to make a crown.  Don’t weary of placing them on my lacerated brow….”

“Jesus, take the wheel….”

“Jesus, take the wheel…”

I was so touched today when Father Cleo Milano began his homily with this song title, “Jesus, Take the Wheel,” a song recorded by American country music artist Carrie Underwood. Released in October 2005, the ballad tells of a woman, who while driving to Cincinnati on Christmas Eve, hits a patch of black ice. As she is careening out of control, she cries “Jesus, take the wheel.” Seeking help from Jesus in an emergency, she ultimately lets Jesus take control of her life.

I found the line so powerful, especially in this time of the Storm, when we don’t know when we will strike that patch of black ice and everything will go out of control. What a wonderful prayer: “Jesus, take the wheel.” Abandonment, trust, confidence that He will care for us when we have no idea where to turn, where to go, or what to do.

Jesus can’t take the wheel unless He is riding with us.

CLICK here to hear Carrie’s song.