Now that I’m a card-carrying senior citizen, I find greater enjoyment in each sunrise and sunset. Despite occasional aches and pains, I welcome every life-giving heartbeat.
Have you seen the Christmas season movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life?” George, the main character, gets into some financial trouble and determines through a life insurance policy, his life is worth more dead than alive.
As he prepares to jump off a bridge, his assigned angel interrupts his suicide attempt. The angel challenges George to review the life of his family, friends, and town without his existence.
Deprived of George’s positive influence in their lives; his family, friends and the town were worse off. He quickly recognized the value his life brought to others and no longer wanted to terminate his life. The end of the story is heart warming.
Reflecting on this story, I can’t help but look back to the cradle of each wonderful life. Didn’t the start of every miraculous heartbeat happen in our mother’s womb? Isn’t the same true for persons of every race, color and culture?
What causes humanity to value one wonderful beating heart life more than another?
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous–and how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God! They are innumerable! (NLT: Psalms 139: 14 – 18)