I don’t know if any of you saw this story last week about the doctor who was involved in an abortion at 32 weeks because the mother of the child was depressed and suicidal at the thought of giving birth to a child diagnosed with dwarfism. Despite advancements in medicine and public policy which make it easier for people with disabilities to associate with the real world, these peoples’ lives are still considered to have less “quality” and be less fulfilling.

I couldn’t help thinking of this story along with the many abortions that are committed on children prenatally diagnosed with one disease or another, as I read this passage from the book of Isaiah in the Office of Readings today:

Woe to him who asks a father, “What are you begetting?” or a woman, “What are you giving birth to?”

Thus says the LORD, the Holy One of Israel, his maker: You question me about my children, or prescribe the work of my hands for me!

It was I who made the earth and created mankind upon it; It was my hands that stretched out the heavens; I gave the order to all their host. (Is 45:10-12)

Even the most sorely afflicted child is the handiwork of such a Creator, deserving of life and happiness.

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