Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Remembering Baby Jessica

   Do you remember the story of “Baby Jessica?”
   On October 14, 1987, 18 month-old Jessica was playing in the backyard of her aunt’s home in Midland, Texas. Hearing the phone ring inside, Jessica’s mother went to answer it leaving Jessica and the rest of the children unattended for only a brief moment. As she returned to the backyard, Jessica’s mother was greeted by the screams of the children and her daughter missing. The horrible truth revealed that Jessica had fallen 22 feet down an 8 inch wide well in the backyard. The block that covered the well had been removed allowing Jessica access. The fall caused her leg to lodge against the side of the pipe and push her foot up next to her head. The police arrived in minutes, and the long ordeal began.
   Most of America was riveted to the television as news stations reported the latest events in the rescue attempt of baby Jessica. Workers feverishly dug an adjacent hole 30 inches wide trying to get to where Jessica was trapped in the pipe. Other workers and volunteers pumped oxygen into the well and attempted to maintain constant communication with Baby Jessica, who cried and moaned and for a while even sang nursery rhymes to pass the time. She was soon dubbed "everybody's baby." And she tugged at the heartstrings of millions of viewers who sent her family flowers, toys, cards and money.
   Finally, on Friday evening October 16th, after 58 hours, Baby Jessica was lifted safely out of the well and delivered back to her family, her head wrapped in bandages, her body covered in dirt and grime. She survived.
    It’s hard to believe, but this past October, they celebrated the 25th anniversary of this ordeal.  Since then, Jessica has graduated from High School, is married, and is raising two children. As well, in 2011 on her 25th birthday, Jessica (McClure) Morales gained access to her trust fund that was set up with all of the donations from the event. It was worth around $800,000.   
     Sadly, today (January 22, 2013) marks another anniversary. It’s the 40th anniversary of the Supreme Court decision of Roe v. Wade, the ruling that made abortion for any reason legal in the United States. Since this decision, it’s estimated that over 50,000,000 children have been aborted in the U.S. alone.
    Looking at these two stories together begs the question: What’s the difference? For one child trapped in a well, we’ll spend thousands of dollars and numerous resources, but for the other children that die at the hands of abortion (at the rate of 3,300 a day!) we’ll ignore.
   As America watched the TV reports, no one could see Baby Jessica. All we knew was that life was in the belly of that Texas ground. Therefore, we were willing to do whatever it took to deliver her to safety.
    Human life is a precious gift from God even if you can’t see them. We knew this with baby Jessica, but we’ve ignored it when it comes to these others. As well, why is it safer for a baby to be in a dirty, smelly well than in their own mother’s womb? Why are we not actively involved or providing resources to rescue our babies from these circumstances? Why are we paying strangers to kill our children while we comfort ourselves by calling it ‘freedom’ and ‘choice?’
    I’m asking those who consider themselves followers of Christ to stand up for those whose voice is being silenced. Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed (Psalm 82:3). We have an obligation to stop this holocaust on our children. All human life is precious regardless of size, mental capacity, or financial status. Let’s stop categorizing human life and rescue ALL of our children!

Friday, December 14, 2012

Another Child Killer



   No doubt by now you've heard of the recent news reports of the school shooting in Newtown, CT. When I realized it was an elementary school and that the death-toll was well over 20, my mind began to imagine the horror that must have taken place this morning, and the lost dreams, and hopes, and my heart ached as I contemplated this truth.
   But then my mind went to another story... A story very similar. I'll tell it in a letter to the ones that are no doubt grieving the most today; those looking for answers that may never come...the parents of the lost:

Dear Sandy Hook Elementary School Parents, 
   What you're going through in your grief breaks my heart in so many ways. And as I reflect on this tragedy, my thoughts review another horrific story. Two-thousand years ago, there was another tyrant who thought he could steal hope and rob life. He was filled with hate as he commanded that boys 2 yrs. old and younger be murdered in this small town. His name was Herod. And he was the king of Judea at the time. The town was Bethlehem. And this heinous act was committed because he wanted no one to share his title of King. So in an attempt to wipe out The Messiah, King Herod slaughtered innocence.
  But Herod would soon learn that he didn't kill the Messiah. And soon after Herod's death, this young boy would return home and grow and share with all of his people that they no longer had to be without hope in this wicked world. The parents in Bethlehem back then knew all too well what you're going through today. But some of them found healing in the Savior that was born in their town. 
    Herod tried to end Christmas. And in a similar way, this young man, filled with hate, tried to do the same. But no one can kill the hope, joy, and peace that Jesus brought to the world that first Christmas. And if you seek God, He can give you this peace that carries you through the nightmare.
   It's okay to mourn this Christmas. I encourage you to do so. But in your grief, I want you to remember that one child survived the onslaught and brought us peace as a result. The light in the midst of all of this darkness is the life and peace that he brings to all who receive Him. This is why the angels said at Jesus' birth, glory to God in the highest and on earth peace and goodwill toward men.
   Love never fails so may the God of all comfort and love sustain you through this tragedy. And let me remind you, they did eventually kill God’s son as well. But that wasn’t the end of the story. For when you’re feeling the depression and sadness that will no doubt follow Christmastime now, and you find yourself saying things like, he/she would've been (such and such) this year, know that after Christmas comes Easter. And God's answer to wickedness and death is seen by what’s NOT in the tomb!  There's hope in the Savior who came on Christmas.
May God's loving arms cover you tonight and forever,
Derek Shaw,
Pastor

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Answer is...

    Have you ever noticed the amount of resources that are produced to try and alleviate our problems? There are stores and websites that exist with the sole purpose of providing these 'self-help' recipes. All of them promising to answer our deepest needs. Dealing with stress? Here are 10 steps to stress-free living! Are you battling depression? Try doing this or eating these, or taking this pill--and poof--no more depression. But are these the answer? If we got enough sleep, if our boss respected us, if our diet worked, and our relationship with our spouse was good, would this insure our happiness? Were we ever meant to solve our problems by ourselves anyway?
   In addition, many of us want a 'quick fix' to our problems. We don't want to work through them. We want to get passed them as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, this has infiltrated our relationships as a result. Too many people gauge others with the premise of 'can he/she help solve a need in my life? If no, then we cut them loose. This has already happened with Jesus. How many look at Him for what He can do for them, and not just enjoy His companionship? 
   In other words, people come to Jesus as a means to an end; thinking He will take away all of their problems. When in fact, Jesus is the end. And when we come to Him we find all that we need wrapped up in WHO He is. Having a relationship with Jesus doesn't mean He'll stop every trial we face. No, His promise was that He would be with us through all of our hardships and strife. I love this quote from Paul Claudel: Jesus did not come to make suffering disappear, but to fill it with His presence. 
   Having a relationship with the One Who fashioned the Earth and holds the entire universe together has a way of giving us a proper perspective on the hardships we face. God never promised an easy life. On the contrary, He said this world would be full of trouble. But we should take heart because He overcame them and with His help, so will we.
   What's the answer to all of your problems? It's having the presence and grace of Jesus Christ in your life. Everything else pales in comparison and leaves you empty and looking for more.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Snapshots


We find ourselves once again in the ‘dog days’ of summer (the hottest part of the season). It appears to have come early with all of the record number of 100 degree days thus far. But like it or not, it’s here.
   I don’t know about you, but each season has a way of stirring images in my mind. Fall brings visions of multicolored trees and cool nights where we play football or huddle around a campfire and share stories. Winter brings memories of giant snowflakes gently falling to the ground and creating those pure white landscapes and peacefully quiet evenings. Spring reminds me of new life as buds sprout on tree branches and plants break through the soil to bring various shades of green back into view. And Summer always takes me back to those long hot days where I would spend untold hours out in my neighborhood as a child playing sports or exploring my world.
  Summer also brings this question to mind, why did summers appear to last forever when I was a kid? The days seemed to go on and on. Growing up, I remember adults talking about how time flew by, but it was an experience that was so foreign to me…until now. I don’t mean to come across sentimental or nostalgic, but I realize the brevity of it all. As I grow older, time seems to race by unlike those slow summer days when I was a child. Now, days seem to go by in moments and months seem to pass by like weeks. Before I realize it, another year has passed and I wonder where it went.


   The other day, though, I chose to stop and take a few mental images. I call these ‘snapshots.’ I was playing music with my children, my oldest son on the drums; my oldest two daughters on the guitar and piano while I played guitar as well. The rest of my children were in the room with me just enjoying the music and each other’s company (from my 19 yr. old down to my 1 yr. old). And I found myself just taking mental pictures of it all. As I looked at each one of them, I thought to myself, “There are only going to be a few more moments like these. Pretty soon they’ll move out and marry and have jobs and families of their own, and these moments together will become rare.”  Maybe this is a result of my own realization of how quickly my childhood years passed. But whatever the reason is, my advice is simple, don’t waste it!
   Too often we spend the majority of our time on the things that ‘scream for our attention’ but are just not that important while the opportunities to spend time with the most precious people in our lives diminishes. We should be unafraid and unapologetic when it comes to organizing our time and lives so as to not regret our choices later on in life. Today, I’m choosing more of these musical sessions with my family and taking more mental images (as well as actual photos) so that I can reminisce about them when they’re gone. And I invite you to do the same. Don’t allow jobs or people to dictate to you how you are to spend your most precious commodity…your time. Life is short, invest what you have left wisely.
   I’ll leave you with some wise words from that famous teenager, Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast; if you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.”