Thousands of after Talak in a land across the waters, decisions were being 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,” replies Planned Parenthood, “there is help available.” The help was a loving but stern assistant to whom Della goes for help.
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 pulled out of Della’s body.
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.”