When I was a resident Chaplain at the University of Kentucky, I would often baptize those who were dying. On one occasion, I was given the task of baptizing an aborted child that did not make it through labor. I was given a small fetus in an empty room. This child was not much bigger than my thumb. I remember wondering what this infant's mother looked like and who was the father. What were they going through? I wondered who was helping them through their grief.
This fetus was given to me, so I…
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Posted on July 17, 2008 at 12:33pm —
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