Life was hard for Talak. The fields did not produce enough harvest; he had too many mouths to feed; he was not as strong as he used to be; he could not provide little tidbits of luxury for his wife to make her happy. He made a decision; he would appeal to Molech.
His wife cringed in compliance as Talak chose which child to take to Molech. A hard decision. Perhaps Molech would be satisfied with Chela. She was smallest. More pliable. Less spirited. Had a disfigured arm. Slower to comprehend her father’s reason for taking her. But would Molech approve? Perhaps Molech would take Chela and still demand another. Talak’s brother had had to give three children to the fire before his life became any better.
The neighbors agreed that Talak needed to appease the gods. So Talak took Chela. They understood. So they dropped their eyes and turned away. Some realizing they would chose to do the same thing in like circumstances.
And God turned his face from them. Their civilizations were trampled by vicious horsemen from afar.
Many years later in a land across the waters, decisions had to be made. Which child lives? Which child dies? Do I have enough income for another mouth to feed? Does it fit into my life’s goals? Will the community think ill of me if they know I’m pregnant? Will he marry me? How can I continue my education? Will it be healthy? Will my insurance pay? Will Planned Parenthood help me?
Yes, there was help available a loving but stern assistant assured Della.
So here she lies, on a cold sterile counter in a cold sterile room being “arranged” in a cold sterile manner, awaiting the arrival of the doctor who would remove this fetus from her. Della’s mind roams and a tear runs down her check. Is it a boy or a girl? Would it have red hair like hers? What’s a fetus? Isn’t it a baby?
Della is assured that the pain will only be minor and last only a little while. The needle is inserted and the solution does the job. The dead blob is removed. Years later Della’s mind roams and a tear runs down her check. Was it a boy or a girl? Would it have had red hair like hers? She knew it was a baby. Her baby. It would be giving her hugs at night instead of unspoken memories.
“Ah, but no problem,” says the community, “we signed the papers that made it legal.”
God turned his face from them. And the storms came, the snow fell, the flood waters rose high, the fires burned, disease was rampant, intruders came into the land, rebellion and violence were given birth.
But although God’s face was turned, his ear was open. His words were before them.
2 Chronicles 7:14 “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will heal their land.”
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