Another sweet baby was born into our church family last week and I couldn’t help but dwell on his peaceful face. At his baby shower, swaddled not only in his baby wrap, but also in the generational voices of gathered women, he was passed from one set of eager arms to another. Our oooohs and aaaahs, exclamations of delight, and encouraging words sang out as a lullaby for our new baby brother. His future is cocooned in the privelege of peace, unlike the babies across the globe, born in the amniotic fluid of grief with wails of mourning sung for them as they enter the traumas of war.
It’s hard for me to swallow, to take into myself, to meditate on the juxtaposition of the fates of these innocents born into opposite circumstances.
My heart is breaking into a million pieces as I hold tight to this baby, in this moment, in this family.
What hope do our newborns have?
But Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”
Who’s baby? Such a sweet face.
Generic baby! I did not have permission to post someone else’s new baby!