We have reason to hope that even those little, innocent ones who never had eyes to see the light of day or the waters of baptism will be welcomed into heaven as well, not smuggled in the pockets of a low-ranking god, but recognised and called by name back home by their Father who made them.
Still, we are human. It is not wrong to look for physical reminders of abstract truths.
Read the rest of my latest for the Catholic Weekly.
Beautiful, per usual.
I have two Precious Moments birthstone boxes displayed: one July for my five-year-old, and one May for the baby we lost.
When I lost my baby nine years ago, all I had was a book I had bought for him or her. I would hold that book and cry and cry. I needed SOMETHING to hold. I lost that book in a fire five years ago and I wish so much I still had that one thing.