The debate over the Planned Parenthood undercover videos has fascinated me over the last few days. Never mind the issue of whether the videos were edited in a way to embarrass the Planed Parenthood organization. Never mind the issue or whether Planned Parenthood would be donating embryo tissue for research. Here's where it rests with me:
I have lost three grandchildren who did not make it to term. I remember the day I stood in a room at Northside Hospital in Atlanta, Georgia, with my son. He held the unborn fetus of his son, whom he and his wife named Lyndon. It was a small, small, representation of human life, maybe six inches long. The women who formed the society that supported the families of such children had knitted a little shirt and a cap to adorn that unborn child's body. We wept. We wept.
And a few days later we gathered at a cemetery in Sandy Springs, Georgia, in a section called "Baby Land." I presided over the ceremony from the United Methodist Book of Worship titled, "Service of Death and Resurrection for a Stillborn Child." That child was laid to rest in a scared place with all the ceremonies of a Christian burial. It was a sad day. It was a tearful day. It was a joyful day.
The greatest frustration of my ministry, here in the county where I've served as a "retired elder" for going on twelve years, is that I have been unable to get anyone interested in a place for such burials here. I so desperately want to establish a place where stillborn children can be buried with the dignity and sacred blessing that is due all children.
Here's my frustration resulting from my personal experience and the news of the seemingly set-up of the Planned Parenthood doctors. The people who want to discredit those doctors because they are, in their view, not respecting the dignity of the human life, never, in my experience, give support to efforts to provide a place where the stillborn can be buried with dignity, with Christian love, and with acknowledgement of the wonder of life.
I'm still dreaming and working for the establishment of a cemetery called "Baby Land" in the county where I live.