Last night Carson Holloway took on the strange attack on Rick Santorum leveled by Alan Colmes and Eugene Robinson: that it was odd, or “weird,” that the Santorums would bring their recently deceased newborn son Gabriel home so Gabriel’s siblings could meet their newborn brother who was now with the angels.
Carson looked at the hypocrisy and oddness of their criticism, but it struck me in a different way.
See, liberals like Colmes and Robinson today defend aborting babies that, if born, would likely have a life that people like Colmes and Robinson would deem not worth living. Down Syndrome being one of the most common, but any malady or deformity that would make the child “different,” or could possibly result in the death of the mother or the child shortly after birth, is a clear reason to opt for a “termination.”
Gabriel had a condition that required prenatal surgery. An infection developed and could not be treated. He was born premature, and lived only two hours. If the Santorums did not care about their baby, or babies were truly only “lumps of cells” as supporters of abortion have to tell themselves, then what’s the big deal, right?
But the witness provided by the Santorums of love and the indispensable value of family, of knowing and loving one another, of sharing joys and sorrows, pains and triumphs, and yes, life and death, is at such odds with the culture that can support abortion.
I wonder, if Colmes, Robinson, or anyone who nodded at their criticism of “weird” Rick Santorum were in the Santorums’ place, what would they do? Would they mourn? I would hope so. Would they want the dying child to meet his siblings and his siblings to meet him? Tougher question.
Or would they want to hide death? Would they want to try to forget about it? Move on as though it was little more than an abscess that had to be removed suddenly? Would they talk about it much with the other kids? Or is their thinking so disjointed that they wouldn’t see the irony in expecting *this one* to live because I want it to, while allowing *that one* to be killed violently because, well, women’s health.
Truly, I believe it is a great benefit of being Catholic not to fear death or suffering, but to embrace them as indispensable parts of life. Because in suffering well we are as near to Christ in his crucified glory as we can be on this earth, and death is the passage to meeting Him face-to-face.
Little Gabriel Santorum was baptized before he died. He has seen the Lord face-to-face and can be numbered among the saints of heaven. His siblings, and his parents, are eternally blessed for loving him and knowing him for the short time he was with them here.
I do hope Gabriel and his friends in heaven will come down and soften the hearts of those who thought his life and his family were “weird,” or in any way odd.