Thursday, December 3, 2009
Faces of Angels are Disappearing
Regardless of whatever else you might think of her, this has got to be a check in her "plus" column. Life matters.
I once bought some calendars for various people who I knew would love them because they featured children with Down's Syndrome. They were beautiful. I don't remember the name of the company who printed them, it was something like "Angel Faces", "Beautiful Faces" or something like that but they were wonderful.
I am not living in a dreamworld. I know Down's children are difficult. I have five close friends who have them in their families. But each of them, though their life's work has become that child almost exclusively, would do nothing to change their lives. I spoke with one of those friends, Bill Nicholson, the other night about this very subject. He was incredulous about such shocking statistics and was heartbroken to think of life without his William, His beautiful namesake. The world would be a much poorer place without William.
Every time I see William, he reminds me of how much he misses me and Carl at church. He talks about how much he hopes we come to visit his ward. I tell him how much I want to come and see him bear his testimony again and how often I think of him and how much I love him. This is all so true.
One day when my son Brad was about twelve, he asked me if I thought it would be okay to pray for a Down's child. That's the kind of sweet child Brad was. I said that I thought that it was. I still think that it would be something okay to pray for. I would just be afraid to pray for it myself because I don't know if I'm that strong.
I also think that it is so sad that lives, in a desperate attempt to avoid trouble and difficulty, take such a horrifying step as abortion, without realizing that they are denying themselves the sweetest thing they could ever know.