I have written some here in the past about autism; I know families with children with autism. For them it is difficult, but for us in relating to them --- and their children --- it is also difficult. I've read lots of articles on how families or even strangers should deal with children with autism, but for the first time (that I can recall) I read an article on how we should deal with the parents of a child with autism.
It is an article you should read also. Maria, who writes a wonderful blog which I follow titled: La Dolce Vita, had her sister guest-write on her blog. Her sister has a child with autism. The article tells us how WE should act with love (and understanding) to the parents of children with autism.
Please take the time to read her comments here. Whether you realize it or not, you DO know someone who has a child with autism, and you SEE children with autism almost every day. Know how to act. Know how to love. Read this article. (http://www.ladolcevitathesweetlifewiththreesons.blogspot.com/2013/04/puzzle-pieces-read-and-share-tips-for.html)
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Thursday, April 11, 2013
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Lost Children
The night began as any other, and I began to pray my rosary:
Lord, I offer this rosary tonight for an end to abortion, and for a cure to autism. I pray for Your children, all Your children, that they may live as You intended, be all You created them to be, and enjoy everlasting joy in Your house. All Your children …
Then this night I paused, and remembered all those children I was praying for, and their lives, as He intended …. But we sometimes chose otherwise.
I remembered the mothers, and it’s true, sometimes fathers too, who chose abortion. So wrapped up in their problems, their plans, their dreams, that they thought this little life, this gift, was theirs. They thought its happiness was totally meshed with theirs, and happiness was a thing which they needed, no craved, from each and every moment to the next. Happiness was for now, and plans for future happiness were decided now, and results as they foresaw them at this moment were as unchangeable as the stars in the sky. All depended on them, they believed, and so they were alone in this great decision. While they might be forgiven for believing that the life they created was theirs, and totally meshed with their lives and happiness --- because certainly for some years to come that would be true --- but they forgot (or perhaps we might charitably assume they never knew) that their child’s life was not created by them alone, nor would it EVER be totally dependent on them alone. Oh, they created a body, which they would be responsible for, at least for a while, but God created a soul, which would live forever. They chose to kill what they created, but they also killed what God created. They act much like a construction worker who admits he can’t build a home properly, and so quits, but in doing so he also burns down the entire structure, saying in effect: “If I can’t build this properly, no one can.” How arrogant of him; how dismissive of the work of the Master Architect, Who designed and planned each detail of the house so well --- and planned to live in it Himself. Those who chose abortion tore truly down a house of God. In charity, I remember them and think: “Could they really know what they were doing, what they were doing to God?” And I wonder, what does God feel toward those who so flippantly dismissed His plans, and His child?
But I remember tonight also those who chose life, but the life of their child was most difficult, even painful. (I think of autism in particular, but any lack of perfection in their child hurts them.) They think: “This is not as I planned, this pain for my child (and this pain for me),” and they wonder: “Would God plan for this continuous sorrow, this kind of life for His child?” Some cannot understand, and they rail against the heavens: “Why would You do this; why do You permit this??” And they perceive no answer. And precious few can accept the answer they DO hear. The pains and sorrows of their children are so intimately theirs. No parent wants their child to be less than perfect, less than they planned them to be, or to suffer any pains. Like the ones who chose abortion, they too forgot that they are not the only parent of their child; this is a child of God also, and in all its pains He grieves with them. But in their grief they never consider His plans, because His plans CAN include grief. The earthly parent may accept some sorrow in his child’s life, it is part of growing up, and a part of earthly life itself. The heavenly Father can accept prolonged periods of grief also, because He sees the growing of His child into eternal life. The earthly parent plans, and prays, for some earthly happiness for their child, but the Father plans and KNOWS His child will see the eternal happiness. It’s rare parents who can be at peace with the eternal Father’s plans, which they cannot see, and trust that they will bring happiness for their child, even as they watch him in pain. (Read the beautiful story of love and trust, Blessed and Broken, by Cathy Adamkiewicz) Such parents, although rare, are an inspiration for us all, truly among the walking saints. I remember, and am encouraged by them, even as I pray for a cure for autism, and an end to the pains of God’s children.
And then I remember one thing more: “God’s children,” but there was also one He called as His only Son. And for this one He saw the pains coming, and unlike earthly parents, He had the power to stop them. He could stop the horrible pains, and death of His only Son, and he chose not to. As parents we wonder aloud: “What kind of father would choose to let his son suffer, to watch him die? Wouldn’t any truly loving father choose to die himself, first?” And then I remember: He did; He did it all. For surely God the Father was intimately present as the earthly body of His Son died. God chose to watch, no even plan for, His Son’s painful death, and to die with Him --- something no loving earthly father could ever imagine doing, but He could. He was no earthly father, so He could do this horrible thing, and plan for it and choose it, for us. For the love of us.
I remembered all the lost children, and the pains of their parents, those aborted, those suffering lives of pain, and I remembered how the Father of them all loves them, and assures us, that in the end He will take all their pains away. Because He loves them, and us.
And so I again began to pray the rosary.
Father, whenever I feel lost or in pain, remember that I’m Your child, too.
And if I should see my neighbor, lost, alone, or in pain, let me love him as if he were my child, even as You would.
Lord, I offer this rosary tonight for an end to abortion, and for a cure to autism. I pray for Your children, all Your children, that they may live as You intended, be all You created them to be, and enjoy everlasting joy in Your house. All Your children …
Then this night I paused, and remembered all those children I was praying for, and their lives, as He intended …. But we sometimes chose otherwise.
I remembered the mothers, and it’s true, sometimes fathers too, who chose abortion. So wrapped up in their problems, their plans, their dreams, that they thought this little life, this gift, was theirs. They thought its happiness was totally meshed with theirs, and happiness was a thing which they needed, no craved, from each and every moment to the next. Happiness was for now, and plans for future happiness were decided now, and results as they foresaw them at this moment were as unchangeable as the stars in the sky. All depended on them, they believed, and so they were alone in this great decision. While they might be forgiven for believing that the life they created was theirs, and totally meshed with their lives and happiness --- because certainly for some years to come that would be true --- but they forgot (or perhaps we might charitably assume they never knew) that their child’s life was not created by them alone, nor would it EVER be totally dependent on them alone. Oh, they created a body, which they would be responsible for, at least for a while, but God created a soul, which would live forever. They chose to kill what they created, but they also killed what God created. They act much like a construction worker who admits he can’t build a home properly, and so quits, but in doing so he also burns down the entire structure, saying in effect: “If I can’t build this properly, no one can.” How arrogant of him; how dismissive of the work of the Master Architect, Who designed and planned each detail of the house so well --- and planned to live in it Himself. Those who chose abortion tore truly down a house of God. In charity, I remember them and think: “Could they really know what they were doing, what they were doing to God?” And I wonder, what does God feel toward those who so flippantly dismissed His plans, and His child?
But I remember tonight also those who chose life, but the life of their child was most difficult, even painful. (I think of autism in particular, but any lack of perfection in their child hurts them.) They think: “This is not as I planned, this pain for my child (and this pain for me),” and they wonder: “Would God plan for this continuous sorrow, this kind of life for His child?” Some cannot understand, and they rail against the heavens: “Why would You do this; why do You permit this??” And they perceive no answer. And precious few can accept the answer they DO hear. The pains and sorrows of their children are so intimately theirs. No parent wants their child to be less than perfect, less than they planned them to be, or to suffer any pains. Like the ones who chose abortion, they too forgot that they are not the only parent of their child; this is a child of God also, and in all its pains He grieves with them. But in their grief they never consider His plans, because His plans CAN include grief. The earthly parent may accept some sorrow in his child’s life, it is part of growing up, and a part of earthly life itself. The heavenly Father can accept prolonged periods of grief also, because He sees the growing of His child into eternal life. The earthly parent plans, and prays, for some earthly happiness for their child, but the Father plans and KNOWS His child will see the eternal happiness. It’s rare parents who can be at peace with the eternal Father’s plans, which they cannot see, and trust that they will bring happiness for their child, even as they watch him in pain. (Read the beautiful story of love and trust, Blessed and Broken, by Cathy Adamkiewicz) Such parents, although rare, are an inspiration for us all, truly among the walking saints. I remember, and am encouraged by them, even as I pray for a cure for autism, and an end to the pains of God’s children.
And then I remember one thing more: “God’s children,” but there was also one He called as His only Son. And for this one He saw the pains coming, and unlike earthly parents, He had the power to stop them. He could stop the horrible pains, and death of His only Son, and he chose not to. As parents we wonder aloud: “What kind of father would choose to let his son suffer, to watch him die? Wouldn’t any truly loving father choose to die himself, first?” And then I remember: He did; He did it all. For surely God the Father was intimately present as the earthly body of His Son died. God chose to watch, no even plan for, His Son’s painful death, and to die with Him --- something no loving earthly father could ever imagine doing, but He could. He was no earthly father, so He could do this horrible thing, and plan for it and choose it, for us. For the love of us.
I remembered all the lost children, and the pains of their parents, those aborted, those suffering lives of pain, and I remembered how the Father of them all loves them, and assures us, that in the end He will take all their pains away. Because He loves them, and us.
And so I again began to pray the rosary.
Father, whenever I feel lost or in pain, remember that I’m Your child, too.
And if I should see my neighbor, lost, alone, or in pain, let me love him as if he were my child, even as You would.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Autism
Tonight as I prayed my rosary for an end to abortion, I thought about some recent studies about autism, and I saw they link between my prayers and thoughts. Abortion ends a life forever; autism takes some significant portion of a life, forever. Abortion is perceived by some as necessary, a “greater good”, a necessary protection of self. It’s why it is considered a medical “cure” for a “problem”. And so what of the “problem” of autism?
Recent studies show autism now affects 1-in-100 children. Many scientists believe certain children have a “pre-disposition” to autism, and it occurs when a certain trigger occurs. Find the triggers and stop them, and you stop autism. But what if the triggers are “onerous”, or “politically incorrect?” Some triggers are thought to be childhood shots, others excessive watching of television, and others electronic waves themselves. If proven, would we stop shots? Outlaw television? Reduce electronic devices in the home? I suspect no one even wants to find those causes, much less act on them. Perhaps that’s why there are so few studies being done on autism. Perhaps our society would rather find the “predisposition” gene, so we can do yet another pregnancy test to give a new mother yet another reason to opt for abortion – rather than take a 1-in-100 chance of an autistic child.
It kind of reminds me of sin. We proceed with something we just “have to do” to give us a short-term pleasure or avoid some of the normal pains of life. And sometimes in the process another life is ruined – or taken. What we fail to realize is that with sin or abortion, the real life being taken is ours. Our recognition of the love deserved by each and every life, young or old, is being destroyed. Sin, particularly abortion, reduces our ability to love – taking away OUR reason for being.
I think for the time being I’ll begin saying my rosaries for an end to abortion AND an end to autism. As usual, I leave it up to God to decide the best way to answer my prayers. In Him I trust.
Recent studies show autism now affects 1-in-100 children. Many scientists believe certain children have a “pre-disposition” to autism, and it occurs when a certain trigger occurs. Find the triggers and stop them, and you stop autism. But what if the triggers are “onerous”, or “politically incorrect?” Some triggers are thought to be childhood shots, others excessive watching of television, and others electronic waves themselves. If proven, would we stop shots? Outlaw television? Reduce electronic devices in the home? I suspect no one even wants to find those causes, much less act on them. Perhaps that’s why there are so few studies being done on autism. Perhaps our society would rather find the “predisposition” gene, so we can do yet another pregnancy test to give a new mother yet another reason to opt for abortion – rather than take a 1-in-100 chance of an autistic child.
It kind of reminds me of sin. We proceed with something we just “have to do” to give us a short-term pleasure or avoid some of the normal pains of life. And sometimes in the process another life is ruined – or taken. What we fail to realize is that with sin or abortion, the real life being taken is ours. Our recognition of the love deserved by each and every life, young or old, is being destroyed. Sin, particularly abortion, reduces our ability to love – taking away OUR reason for being.
I think for the time being I’ll begin saying my rosaries for an end to abortion AND an end to autism. As usual, I leave it up to God to decide the best way to answer my prayers. In Him I trust.
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