Divorcing the Truth from the Lies: Speaking Plainly about Pain and Loss

Victor & Angela Chininin Buele

There is no winner in a divorce.  It does not matter if you walk away feeling victorious or relieved.  It does not matter if you profited from the legal division of assets.  It does not matter if you say it was an amicable arrangement. Something went wrong. The promise of the marriage was broken.  Faithfulness was betrayed.  It does not matter what kind of self-justifying arguments may prop up one’s own banner. There will be regret, disappointment, and/or sadness when what was hoped for on the wedding day is given up as a lost cause. There is much to grieve.  There will be loneliness.  And divorce is ultimately impossibly hard to walk through alone because the union is not really over.  It is shattered.  But it is not over.  Birthday parties, weekend plans, graduation parties, monthly bills will bring back memories and also will necessitate interaction with the former spouse for as long as they both shall live.

You actually don’t even have to divorce someone to know the pain of a broken marriage.  When parents divorce, the children mourn the loss of the bond they once witnessed.  They miss the love between the people who love them most tenderly.  Because the nature of divorce is division, this tends to put great pressure (real or perceived) on children to split their previously fused paternal affections into two separate portions.  This is both exhausting and discouraging for kids.  We personally know this battle as our families have been affected by divorce.  This profound impact still has consequences for us today.

Similar to the power of the bond of marriage, the life of an unborn baby naturally brings about a new course of action for both the child and the parents.  There are very real physical, emotional, and social changes brought about by the tiny individual that is bonded so intimately with his or her mother from the very beginning.  Once a new life has begun, any action taken to end this marvelous bond, would result a separation much like the one caused by divorce.  Rejection and loneliness.  Tears.  You may never talk about it again, and you may use busyness and a thousand things to quiet your conscience, but you will always know.

Key Question: Is it possible to undo a mistake?

Unshakable Truth/The Real Choice: “I will not leave you or forsake you” (Joshua 1:5b).

There is a real choice set before you.  Will you choose to remain lonely?  Whether divorce or abortion have torn you apart, there is one way to be able to say with confidence that you are not alone.  And that choice has its root in this beautiful promise made by the LORD God to Joshua as he was taking over the leadership of the people of God.  “Just as I was with Moses,” said the LORD to Joshua, “so I will be with you.  I will not leave you or forsake you.”  And He commands this man to be strong and courageous because choosing to be with God requires great trust in His power and love, in His faithfulness to keep His promises.  In God there is real forgiveness and restoration.  In Him, you will not be alone.  Will you choose the way that will lead to further loneliness, or will you turn to God?  We mourn for you.  We mourn with you.  We care for you.  We want you to experience restoration, forgiveness, and true peace (Romans 5:1-5).  Come and welcome to Jesus Christ! as one of the puritans once said.

An Injection of Truth

Angela Chininin Buele

Why Abortion Rights and the Epipen Outrage Don’t Mix

These days with social media at our fingertips if someone makes an off-color joke, gets caught in a lie, or tries to jack up the price of life-saving medicine, a razor-sharp response is released like lightning, complete with public boycotting campaigns.  For example, when the makers of a household epinephrine injector found themselves in the hot seat over their skyrocketing prices, they said the cost of the materials and ingredients had increased.  They pledged to make a product available at a dramatically reduced price, but the level of disdain for this company and its CEO may cause quite a bit of harm to company’s quarterly sales if the current demonization campaign marches on.

It’s horrible to think that someone can make money – and a lot of it- off of such an important product without giving consideration for the well-being of the most vulnerable persons affected.  A perplexing thing is that people from diverse socioeconomic backgrounds gladly shell out hundreds – even thousands – of dollars for the status achievement of wearing a high end designer product.  So should these same people be shocked when the economy of style bleeds into genuine life-and-death situations?  Well, yes, they certainly should be shocked by any calculated appraisal of the saving of a person’s life to seek monetary profit.  But should we not also become defensive when all people in a weakened condition are taken advantage of?  What about the elderly person getting conned out of their fixed income?  Or the girl that’s been drugged at a party?  What of the developing child who comes as a surprise to his or her mother?  Since those with life-threatening allergies rightly deserve our decisive response and protection against what seems to be price-gouging, shouldn’t we all also be quite sensitive to the impending robbery, rape, and dismemberment of the other three targets who are preyed upon in their weakness?  Yes.  The answer is, yes, we most certainly should.  Each and every person was made by our common Creator to bring Him glory, not to be used to bring about a profit.

Key Question: Is it a stretch to compare corporate corruption to private medical decisions?

Unshakable Truth: “But a Samaritan, as he journeyed, came to where he was, and when he saw him, he had compassion”  (Luke 10:33).

In the parable, there was a man who was robbed, stripped, beaten, and left for dead.  It didn’t matter to the Samaritan (or to Jesus) who profited or what events led up to the attack.  A weak man hung in the balance, and the Samaritan took action.  Rescue is the modus operandi of the Savior, and after loving Him, our most important calling is to love other people – of all races, all cultures, all shapes and all sizes.

The Real Choice: Are you willing to love and defend the most fragile of neighbors?

A Deadly Cocktail

Angela Chininin Buele

How Poverty and Entitlement Went From Oil and Vinegar To Peanut Butter and Jelly

 

Having loved, lived among, and served alongside people in very poor communities, I have seen how little is learned when challenge is removed and standards are lowered.  During the time I taught in a very low-income district, I would repeatedly have teens tell me one minute about how proud they were of their latest purchase (electronics, phone, prom rental, etc.) and then say that they didn’t have the required class materials (pencils, pens, paper) with them because they weren’t able to buy enough school supplies.

When there is no dissatisfaction in poverty, there is no drive to get out of it; but when there is incentive in poverty, there is a kind of fondness for it.  Let me clarify.  What I mean by “incentive” in this case is a need-based benefit that is actually spent on luxuries (entertainment or jewelry) instead of on essentials (food or warm clothing).  If families encourage the use of these resources in this way, young people are taught – as I have seen with my own eyes – to devalue education as the source of lasting income.  If this takes root, what reason would a young person have to aim high and work hard?  They already have a situation that works relatively well for them.

Even more dangerous is the idea I have heard from some of my former students that, if school work is too hard (according to their personal judgment), they are victims of an unjust system.  So the free education given in order to educate them “out” of poverty can be identified as a tool of oppression.  When that happens, resentment builds against authority, and if education is despised, one is left with one apparently effective and certainly satisfying tool for battle – physical resistance – which leads to increased unrest throughout the communities.

When I was a teenager preparing to move to the inner city determined to see racial reconciliation advanced though the gospel of Jesus Christ, I was told by a family member that I just needed to send money to poor people so they could get better education and get out of poverty.  This is the most insulting form of classism there is.  When sending a check allows you to avoid having to interact with someone, that shows nothing but apathy, and apathy is hateful.  And yet this is exactly what our welfare checks do.  And in apathy’s tragic culmination when the cash and new schools don’t entice higher graduation rates, abortion services are featured as a way of blaming unborn children for the cycle of poverty.

Key Question: Is it truly compassionate to give aid to those who are poor without actually helping them to change their situation, to get them out of poverty rather than establishing them further in it?

Unshakable Truth: “If anyone is not willing to work, let him not eat.” 2 Thessalonians 3:10b

Not to be mistaken for the disabled being incapable of work or the eager unable to find work, this passage addresses the one who engages in unfruitful activity (laziness, meddling, and uninterested in honoring a proper boss).  Also, the reader is cautioned to command and encourage the one who is unwilling to work.  This is not mean-spirited, insulting or divisive.  Giving a friend a warning that they’ve had too much to drink and need to shake the fog with some coffee is just as much for their benefit and protection as it is for the community at large.

Let us not forget that Christ’s teachings tore to heal.

The Real Choice: Are you willing to help guide people out of poverty or do you expect your tax dollars to bring lasting change?

Pain Quarantine

Angela Chininin Buele

Why You Can’t Ultimately Be Pro-Life If You Are Unwilling To Suffer With People

We all have our limits, the point where you have to tell someone, “Please, stop!  I do not need to know any more about the rat infestation in your neighbor’s garage.” Or maybe, like me, it’s a matter of what you cannot see or hear.  I am unnerved by watching (or even hearing) violence in movies and also by little kids showing me their loose teeth.  I am a mother, so I will clearly have to come to terms with the latter.

There are certain God-honoring limits we can set regarding the way we interact with members of the opposite sex, people outside of our families, and people we don’t know very well.  These offer a degree of protection (spiritual, as well as physical) and demonstrate wisdom and discernment regarding what is necessary and fruitful.  But there are also ways in which people are increasingly disengaging from communication and relationship when certain taboo topics are broached (i.e. religion, politics, and relational conflict).  These, which are no small matter of neglect, have been problematic in the culture at large for generations.  What seems to be a little more recent of a development in the “liberation through ignorance” department is the refusal to hear bad news.  This could be anything from a new cancer diagnosis to projected rain on someone’s wedding day.  When we are unwilling to hear truth because we don’t like it, not only do we discredit God as Sovereign and Good, but we also dull our minds by denying the growth required through each challenging situation.  The most poignant example of closing oneself off from unpleasant news is when we reject people in their pain and suffering because it causes us too much sadness,  whether it is a five-year-old girl who is battered by cancer treatments before she even begins Kindergarten or a woman who conceived because of rape and is contemplating abortion.  They are people who benefit by our walking the road and sharing the load with them.  Maybe it’s just a few steps, a shared prayer, or a hug, but we can’t love people without being with them in their need.

Key Question: Do you set limits in your relationships and communications with others? Are these walls designed to preserve yourself?  Why is it hard to open up to the pursuit of true edification?

Unshakable Truth: Jesus’ disciples fled when he was arrested.  Jesus sought out the woman caught in adultery, who was facing not arrest but stoning.   Preserving oneself is an investment of dust.  Jesus, on the other hand, surrendered reputation, time, safety, etc., to reach out to the lowest of the low because work in the eternal harvest fields produces an unmatched yield.

Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly. Never be wise in your own sight. Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. (Romans 12:15-18 ESV)

The Real Choice: Will you love people by sharing their hurt, or will you love yourself by rejecting a battered brother?

Judge. Or Not?

Victor Chininin Buele

I was preaching last Sunday about the question of why would one of the ways God chose to reveal Himself would be through a list of laws–do not murder, love your neighbor as yourself, do not cover your neighbor’s wife, do not lie. You get the point.

I mentioned to the congregation that we have been observing the development of an interesting legal framework where approval and celebration are being enacted into popular law.  I said we are all lawyers eager to defend ourselves and to make excuses for our behavior. I should add that we are also professionals at passing the blame to others.

If you call yourself a Christian and dare to not celebrate and give your seal of approval to something with which you may profoundly disagree, then the words of Jesus that were spoken from the mount and recorded in Matthew 7 are thrown at you–“Judge not, lest ye be judged!”

The inference is that the higher moral ground (for it is moral after all) is one of non-judgment on such matters.  The evolved mind is one that never judges.  Thus, the admonishment to you, lawbreaker, is to go and judge no more.  Says who?  Well, we all do.  And Jesus, too.  Get in line!

For a while I’ve been quite saddened by this because everyone judges, and moreover, that section of the gospel of Matthew that gets quoted incompletely is actually about the carpenter of Nazareth teaching us to judge rightly while highlighting our natural bend towards passing judgment on another quickly and without cautiously judging ourselves first.  Take off the gigantic piece of wood out of your eye before you go attempt to remove the piece of sawdust out of your neighbor’s eye.

Your neighbor needs you to judge him.

If I were breaking my promise to my wife to love and care for her, to cherish her and provide for her, I would need you to judge me.

If somebody hits me over the head and takes my keys and drives my van away with my girls inside, I need you to judge this person and help.

If you have squandered God’s financial gifts to you and buried yourself in debt, your neighbor who is defaulting on 20 past due credit cards needs you to see your own situation rightly, get your act together, and help him to not do that again and to honor his creditors.  You both need to judge each other as you walk through that difficult path together.

I have wanted to write this for quite some time because I don’t like words to get redefined.  What kind of a friend would you be if you walk around whistling while I sin and throw my life away?

And then a decade-old tape makes its way through the media, perfectly timed before a presidential debate.  I still feel filthy for having read the NPR report of it.  So, my first reaction in social media was to try to take the gigantic piece of wood out of my eye.  You think Donald Trump is bad?  I would be terrified if you were to have full access to everything I’ve thought or said.  I am no better.  But God, being rich in mercy, changed it all.  And I have to hope and trust in the BIG God who is the Creator and Sustainer of this now-broken world to actually be so merciful that He can change this man to the core were repentance to be sought by him.  That this heart of stone can be changed, to use the biblical imagery.  And after mourning for my own sin that required Jesus’s death, I am able to start talking about that issue.

While you weren’t watching, you got caught judging.  We all did.  The whole affair is so filthy. So disgusting. So appalling. And I am glad got caught.

And it is right that we judge.  Do we really think that we don’t have a way to push for this man (who everybody has known all along was like this) to get out of the race?  I read a very good article on The Washington Post by Collin Hansen about how this highlights the long overdue need for the death of the Religious Right.  One comment asked a very good question for the person was sick and tired of articles like this not really telling us a solution, an action we can take.  So, we can go there now.  We have judged.  Let’s get past only writing on electronic walls, and let’s make this happen. As my pastor is prone to remind us – when is the last time that we actually had the faith to pray for a miracle?  I understand that we only have a month left. But is our faith and our industriousness so weak and laughable?

But I digress.  My point is an invitation to transparency and honesty.  Please ask, “I would want for you to approve of me and to celebrate my choices.”  Don’t say, “Don’t judge me.”  A faithful friend needs to have access to encourage and lift up your soul.  The kind of friend we all desperately need can’t be closer than a brother to us if we don’t let them in when our ideas need to be challenged, refined, or rebuked.  We need words to mean what they do.  The last thing that everyone would like me to do if I were to tell you I have made the choice to become a thief would be for me to tell you not to judge me.  That closes the door to any further discussion.  I have clicked to close the window on you.  I am done.   Let’s not do that.  Because we must.  Joy is at stake.  Life hangs in the balance.

Words matter.

Dented Cans and Rare Coins – How Do We Value the Life of Special People?

Angela Chininin Buele

When I was about five years old, my babysitter’s cat had kittens.  One of them had a cleft palate, a hooked tail, two different colored eyes, and a puny frame.  All of the other kittens were “normal.”  When I was asked which one I wanted, I knew right away that I wanted the prettiest one–the one that had the longest, softest, purest white fur.  My babysitter and my mom might have questioned my choice, but I was resolved.  In the end, I took my beautiful white kitten–cleft palate, hooked tail, different colored eyes and all– home with me.  My Maddie was my treasured pet all the way up until Homecoming week of my senior year of high school.  She outlived everyone’s expectations, and she was always a great blessing to me.

I also found throughout my childhood that I was drawn to encourage and stand by the disabled and the downtrodden, appreciating their tenderness and desiring to see their bright smiles.  Some of my most vivid memories are grown from this passion-the time I spent with my mentally impaired uncle, the urge to defend the elementary school classmate who frustrated the teacher (and the ache of loss when he killed himself later that year), and the young boy with Down’s Syndrome I saw being dragged along by his angry brother through a downpour at Walt Disney World.  All of these are forever etched in my mind and on my heart as precious souls, not mistakes of God, products of Chance, genetic abnormalities, or dented cans.

My family was most likely not surprised at all when, as a 10-year-old, I announced I would become a teacher.  Shortly thereafter I decided I should be a special education teacher.  It was through my training and my career that I found that, while I still knew each special person was made by the loving hand of our Creator God, I had become quite impatient and even unkind to one of my most needy students in my class as a first year teacher.  I am so thankful to have had the opportunity to work with her years later and ask her forgiveness for not serving her more generously when I was first given the opportunity to be her teacher.  Even now I am just beginning to enter the deep waters of learning how to give steadfast love to those who have special needs.  Yet it is clear to me that the reason this journey is difficult is because I have been selfish and self-centered.  I have not sought to fully rejoice in the unique gift that people of all physical and intellectual capacities are to this world.

Some of the happiest people I have met are these precious, rare coins.  I don’t find them blaming God for making them different.  Nor do I see them wishing they had never been born because they do not see their lives as unworthy of living.

So beware, my friends, if you find yourselves believing that you are being heroic to say or think that the abortion of a disabled child is compassionate since their lives would be so different compared to your own circumstances.  I assure you that none of the physically or mentally disabled children or adults I have worked with over the years would agree with this.

Key Question: Can joy be found in the middle of a challenge?

Unshakable Truth:  “Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us” (Romans 5:2-5 ESV).

The Real Choice: Will you see disabled people as dented cans to be thrown away or as rare coins to protect, care for, and appreciate?

The Dilemma of Disability and Disease

Angela Chininin Buele

Viewing Already Fragile Life in Light of New Health Risks

Zika is a new buzz word, but all of its implications boil down to a very common fear.  When a couple attempts to conceive and are blessed to be able to do so, much is assumed about the security of the baby’s development and health.  However, tests designed to indicate level of risk (not diagnose, mind you) of potential genetic abnormality are packaged and performed in order to prepare expectant parents to decide if their baby will be healthy enough or if some condition, or the possibility of such a condition, would prompt them to abort and try again for a healthy baby.

Because those who intentionally conceive presumably have no resistance to their wombs serving as nurturing station for their developing child, the decision to abort upon receiving indication that the baby could have health problems, demonstrates an inaccurate understanding of the value of the child.  A baby is, by nature, in constant need and vulnerable to even mild risks.  The God of Life creates each person, without mistake, to reflect His glory and to give and receive love generously.  When children are denied birth because their parents are told that they will not look a certain way or perform skills at a sufficient level, we treat the bearing and raising of children like an Olympic qualifier instead of the delightful challenge that it is.  When we want to treat people like possessions, we must not be surprised when violence increases.

It is truly heartbreaking.  Microcephaly (caused by Zika), Down’s Syndrome, and Spina Bifida trigger terror in the hearts of many expectant parents.  I would like to suggest that this response offers a more certain diagnosis of a parent’s failure to love than any risk level marker/indicator can diagnose a baby’s failure to be “normal.”  It used to be understood that children come with neither manuals nor receipts for returns.  Nor do they come with warranties.  And parents who are filled with terror at the thought of having a child with special needs are not loving that child.  No baby ever hated or even mourned his/her disability.  Of course there can be physical discomfort – even pain – and that brings empathy and sadness, but not terror.

Babies are not interchangeable.  They are not accessories, nor are they entertainment or a hobby.  A baby is a tiny person that is designed by God, for God, and in God’s image.  There are lovely benefits to parent and child when love is abundant in the home, but they are some else’s treasure, and we have no right to judge them as physically or intellectually insufficient and therefore deny them life.

My youngest daughter was born perfectly healthy after an uneventful pregnancy, but she developed a fever and became dehydrated at five days old.  She was admitted to the hospital where she (and I) stayed for five days while all signs seemed to point to a diagnosis of leukemia.  I’ll pause there and ask: what does the pro-choice community offer to the parents in this situation?  Before exiting the womb, the right to abortion is championed for such “defectiveness,” but what do (read: can/will) they say about the one-week-old who seems to have leukemia?  Does she have Constitutional rights now?  Should they be revoked?

Well, approximately 30 minutes before the bone marrow draw was scheduled to be performed (two years ago today), the culture came back positive for a virus.  Our little girl was the youngest person ever to develop Leukocytopenia as a result of contracting this virus.  Needless to say, we were overjoyed to know that she would not have to suffer through such a difficult condition at such a tender age, but if she had gone through it, we would have been right there with her because that is the joy and the pain of parenting – loving through difficulty.

Key Question: Despite parents’ fear of inadequacy, is it fair to deny a child life based on the possibility of disability?

Unshakable Truth:  “Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me.  But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’  Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.  For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities.  For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:8-10

Sometimes we are given a gift like a quilt.  Hours and hours of work were done by some else, and we simply lay the beautiful fabric over ourselves and curl up in its warmth.  There is no work for the recipient to complete in order to enjoy the gift.  Other times, the gift is more like a sewing machine.  There is much work to be done before you will be able to curl up under the quilt you made with your sewing machine, and in the end, there is a quilt either way.  The difference is in the learning and the gain through process.

If the difficulty is relieved, we see His mercy for a moment, but if the challenge persists, we see His mercy each and every moment and we carry on by His grace.  His strength is what overcomes our weakness.

The Real Choice: Do you want God to change your circumstances so you can be yourself, or do you want Him to use your circumstances to change you, making you more like Christ?

I Stand Up For Adolf Hitler’s and Cecile Richards’ Right To Life

Angela Chininin Buele

Prepare to Have Your Non-judgmental Standards Shaken Up

If only we had known how much death would result from one birth.  If only we could have seen it – and stopped it.  Would you have stopped the nightmare before it started?  I wouldn’t have (either time), and I’ll tell you why.

I feel anger swell up in me when I hear a news report of someone being hurt or neglected.  Sometimes it causes me to have a very physical response, which is like a surging sensation that urges me to enact change to rescue the victim or punish the perpetrator.  To the best of my understanding, and thanks to common grace, this is not an unusual phenomenon.  It is also quite normal to think that our emotions are an appropriate guide for just action.  This could not be farther from the truth.  Instead, when something harmful happens, it’s like a rock is thrown through the glassy surface of a serene lake, and our emotional reactions are like ripples in the water’s surface that obscure the reflection of God’s glory.  Just as James says, “The anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.”  Our anger does not cause us to be righteous.  But, God’s righteousness will cause us to become angry in some circumstances, and that is a completely different – and sanctifying – experience.

Just as parents are required to apply discipline with love in order to raise the child to seek the God of Life, we are called to be agents of light, seeking the good of the city where the Lord has us.  And when that brings the conflict of protecting some people from others while loving them all and pointing them all to eternal hope in the Savior, Jesus, we are often at a loss to do this properly since we lean more on the “good guy” and “bad guy” labels than we might realize.  But this is exactly where we need to wrestle as Jacob did and hold on tight until the Lord grants holiness in the merging of just redirection and steadfast grace and hope.  I’ve been parenting for just a few years now, but I see that showing compassion to the offending child (not just to the offended child) is both my greatest ambition and my greatest weakness in raising my children, whom I love with a rather giddy affection.  But the crazy thing is that I am called to show that very same just redirection and steadfast grace to those for who I have no natural delight or affection.   Would you say you would find that an appalling proposition too?   Well, it’s a good thing we have the gospel to remind us of our own debt of sin.

If we were to apply vigilante justice to prevent heartache, would we not have to erase Saul the persecutor, and with him would go Paul the missionary and teacher.  Adolf Hitler’s life is over, and we see no redemptive fruit within his personal life. But we may praise God that Cecile Richards is still alive and still has the opportunity to repent of her complicity in the systematic massacre of millions of humans of all races.  We must pray for her, my friends, to be justly redirected and for her to be changed by the steadfast grace and hope found only in Christ.

Key Question: Can you see both Adolf Hitler and Cecile Richards with compassion, or have you judged one or both to be without hope?

Unshakable Truth: “Remember that you were at that time separated from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world.  But now in Christ Jesus you who were once far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ” Ephesians 2:12-13.

Hitler, Richards, and I have one thing in common – our need for forgiveness.  My awareness, in light of their apparent unawareness of this fact, must cause me pain, not pride; sadness, not satisfaction.   I wouldn’t not wish for one who champions death to be aborted simply because that would make me a hypocrite in my own anti-abortion position, but I stand up for the right to life of all pro-choice proponents because they are God’s creations and can be brought as near as a precious brother or sister by the blood of Christ.

The Real Choice: Will you love the unlovable, or will you forget that, just as Cecile Richards was once a fragile unborn baby like those she refuses to protect, you, too, were a hopeless and rebellious sinner?

A Labor of Love: The Call to Pray for Pro-choice Mothers

Angela Chininin Buele
Someone I genuinely love once sported a maternity t-shirt that had two tiny foot prints positioned over the belly and the words “pro-choice” across the chest.  I came across this photo on Facebook so I was able to take a peek into the cross-section of responses posted.  This young woman seemed to have a number of friends who made the kind of conflicted comments that communicated their discomfort with her splashing her “right” to abort on very fabric where her child’s kicks reverberated.  I remember thinking of it as the most heartbreaking veiled threat that a mother could make to the very child her body nurtured.

When my first daughter was born, this friend and I were able to visit briefly, and something she said seemed to betray her own longing for a daughter. I’m not sure she heard me, but I pointed out that she could still have one.

Almost exactly two years later, her daughter was born – prematurely and she is, by the grace of God, developing well.  This precious little girl is a gift from the Lord, who has entrusted her to the care of a mother who made herself the poster-woman for proud pregnant abortion activists.

It pains me to ask:  What happens when this child finds her mother’s maternity pro-choice shirt in a drawer or comes across the picture or hears her mother speak about her passion for the availability of abortion?  I once posed a similar question on social media to find out how people tell their own children that they are pro-choice.  Would you believe that most of the people who responded seemed to think I was either stupid, cruel or both for suggesting that anyone would talk to a child about abortion?  I don’t recall any shame or remorse regarding their pro-choice position, but there was a clear disgust for insinuation that their children be told about that.

So how does that work?  Babies and children are told that they grew big and strong in mommy’s tummy, and adolescents are told that if they get (or get someone) pregnant, there are just some cells to scrape out of the uterus?  Is that really the thought process and plan?  What if they put two and two together?  And how does that culminate on Mother’s Day?  Does the card read, “You alone have the right to choose if a child within your uterus may continue living there.  I’m so glad I made the cut”?  I have to think that even pro-choice mothers would want their children to be confident in their love for them.  Unfortunately, viewing even one child as unwanted and expendable thoroughly undermines the desire to love any other child unconditionally.

Key Question:  How can pro-lifers pray for women who raise children as they advocate for abortion rights?

Unshakable Truth: “Who is like the Lord our God, who is seated on high, who looks far down on the heavens and the earth?…He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children.  Praise the Lord!”  Psalm 113:5-6, 9

Joy, the primary byproduct of gratitude, is what is missing in the abortion rights movement.  So we need to pray for the joy of the Lord to fill the hearts of pro-choice women, especially those who are mothers.  We must pray that they will have joy in God’s purpose and timing for bringing life into the womb.  And we must pray for their joy in understanding that all children are unique and delightful gifts, given to bless their mothers and fathers.

The Real Choice: Pro-lifer, will you join me in praying for the mother I mentioned above to be given unending joy by the Lord of Life?

Lenín Moreno y el futuro de la Pacha Mama

Victor Chininin Buele

El otro día (la manera en la que por alguna razón me gusta referirme a eventos que pasaron ya hace algún tiempo) estaba regresando a casa de una aventura laboral en Tailandia.  Mientras esperaba por el tercer pájaro hacia la metrópolis de Nueva York tomé una foto de la sala de espera en Ámsterdam para recordar al aeropuerto.  Al revisar la fotografía observé a un personaje muy sufrido en la esquina.  Quizá estaba con dolor o con cansancio.  No lo sé.  Y vi a una compañera fiel a su lado alentándolo.  Y pensé cuánto quisiera la oposición al oficialismo una foto como aquélla para aprovecharse de la apariencia de sufrimiento para sus motivos políticos.  Me levanté y decidí saludarlo.  Muchas veces nosotros pensamos que quienes han tenido el privilegio de dirigir a nuestro país pertenecen a otro mundo.  Pero son seres humanos como nosotros.  Entonces lo hice.  Y fui sorprendido por una humildad que me demostró que estaba conversando con un gigante.  Al agradecerle por su labor para la inclusión social no quiso recibir alabanza sino que empezó a dar crédito a otros.  La humildad de Jesucristo mostrada en lugares como Filipenses 2 es una humildad que nos enseña que quien en verdad es grande debe mostrar una actitud humilde considerando al otro como más importante que a sí mismo, no buscando cada uno sus propios intereses, sino más bien los intereses de los demás.

Esta semana se ha hecho pública la noticia que este gigante es uno de los candidatos presidenciales en Ecuador.  Esto amerita un poco de reflexión.

No me gusta “etiquetar” a las personas.  Pienso que crear categorías en las cuales ponemos a las personas no nos ayuda a llegar a la unidad verdadera.  Pero como esta reflexión tiene la política en su corazón no puedo evitar el uso de ciertos sustantivos y adjetivos.  Por ello pido mis disculpas al lector.

No soy correísta.  No soy de la oposición tampoco ya que una de las manifestaciones más trágicas de la falta de unidad de los ecuatorianos es que no pueden encontrar un candidato viable y que pueda hacer una oposición efectiva.

Ecuador ha cambiado mucho en la llamada década ganada.  Tenemos excelente infraestructura.  Tenemos mayor acceso a centros educativos que parecen demostrar  calidad.  Tenemos orden.  Podemos ir a realizar trámites públicos sin tener la necesidad de llevar ofrendas de amor a los funcionarios para suplicarles  su atención.  El otro día con mi esposa nos encontrábamos en el mercado y una señora nos contaba con gran emoción como sus hijos que no hubieran tenido acceso a educación superior eran becados.  Debemos ser sensatos y dar gracias.  Claro – es muy fácil empezar a hablar de cuestiones económicas y del uso del presupuesto nacional y de la caída del precio del petróleo y de la nueva matriz productiva y todo eso.  Pero estas cuestiones económicas no me preocupan tanto.  En realidad, cualquier situación mundial que nos ayude a ver que no podemos depender solamente del petróleo es algo útil para nuestro país.  No puedo ver una otra manera de maximizar nuestra percepción de la necesidad de cambiar la matriz productiva.

La razón que me lleva a escribir esto es una de las enseñanzas del carpintero de Nazaret.  Mateo reporta en el capítulo 16 de su evangelio que Jesús preguntó a sus discípulos «Pues ¿qué provecho obtendrá un hombre si gana el mundo entero, pero pierde su alma?»

El mismo licenciado Moreno hizo una pregunta que nos lleva a la misma interrogante en su carta a Alianza PAÍS del 30 de marzo de 2016 desde Ginebra.  «Debemos ser autocríticos y reconocer que en estos años no hemos logrado llevar elementos inspiradores suficientes para cambiar el YO interior de nuestro pueblo […]  Nuestras estrategias de comunicación y de formación política no han sido suficiente para transformar al individuo».

No debemos mentir.  Tenemos dificultades grandes con nuestra identidad.

No somos católicos.  Lo que se llama catolicismo en Ecuador no es nada más que el resultado de muchas mezclas ancestrales y actuales.  Cuando se impusieron estas enseñanzas a nuestros antepasados, ellos buscaron maneras de seguir adorando a sus dioses de antaño delante de los ojos de la malvada inquisición.  No es esto diferente que cuando vinieron los Incas a hablar de la adoración al sol y a su Inca años antes que los conquistadores.  Los artículos 71 al 74 de la Constitución dan derechos a la Pacha Mama, “donde se reproduce y realiza la vida”.  Mientras una generación se afana por ser católica y seguir el camino de El Cisne a Loja trayendo a su objeto de adoración, la otra utiliza el 20 de agosto para otras actividades mientras dejan a los curuchupas y a las abuelitas que vayan a seguir sus tradiciones incluso quizá enviando a los niños con ellos. No podemos ocultar que la vida del catolicismo en Ecuador está luchando contra un viento fuerte.  No somos ateos, ni socialistas laicos.  A pesar que muchos digan lo que digan acerca de la religión popular descrita en el párrafo anterior, no son en realidad ateos.  El ser humano siempre adora a algo y nosotros mismos somos excelentes ídolos.  También ideologías generan los mismos comportamientos que haría la religión.  Nos gusta copiar las ideas de otros, aprendemos de Nietzche, del Che, de Chávez, de Correa.  Pasamos horas siendo esclavos de las máquinas de bolsillo que contribuyen a la difusión de las ideologías de moda.

Nuestra juventud tiene acceso al mundo.  Tiene acceso a cantidades inigualables de conocimiento y perspectivas. ¿Qué provecho obtendremos si ganamos toda la prosperidad posible pero perdemos nuestra alma? ¿Qué Revolución existe si cambia la infrastructura pero no los corazones?

Sin Reforma no hay Revolución.

Los incas no pudieron ganar nuestro corazón.  Los católicos tampoco pudieron ganar nuestro corazón.  Los políticos del pasado no pudieron ganar nuestro corazón.  La Revolución Ciudadana no pudo ganar nuestro corazón.

Y ahora viene el momento de elegir nuevamente.  Observando la situación actual tengo certeza que Lenín Moreno será nuestro presidente.  Y de hecho probablemente consideraré seriamente hacer el viaje a Chicago para votar por él.  Le debo mucha gratitud por su labor y pienso que hará mucho bien por nuestro país.  Pero tal como ha ocurrido con el Mashi, él no es nuestro mesías, nuestro salvador.  Y no podrá cambiar nuestro corazón.

Solamente el evangelio de Jesús – su verdad inigualable y su poder – pueden hacerlo.  ¿No es hora de empezar esta Reforma?  No nos llevamos bien, solamente nos unimos por el fútbol y por un momento, peleamos, nos tenemos envidia, robamos, matamos, nos insultamos, nos aprovechamos de la desgracia ajena, queremos que nuestros opositores reciban lo peor de lo peor, salimos a protestar, nos escondemos de protestar por el miedo.  Tenemos en nuestras almas un agujero muy grande que siglos de opresión ideológica no han podido llenar.  La Pacha Mama no tiene dones divinos para ser donde se reproduce y realiza la vida.  Cuando pelamos la cebolla que es nuestra fe, llegamos siempre a este ídolo ancestral.  Los dejo con las palabras del escritor de la Carta a los Hebreos, capítulo 11: «Pero en realidad, anhelan una patria mejor, es decir, la celestial. Por lo cual, Dios no se avergüenza de ser llamado Dios de ellos, pues les ha preparado una ciudad». No perdamos nuestra alma.  Hay esperanza.  Hay futuro.  Hay una patria mejor.  ¿Avanzamos?

El evangelio ofrece libertad.  Pero no lo conocemos.  Empezaremos allí la próxima vez.

¡Hasta la victoria siempre!