A Funeral In
It was a most unusual funeral, unusual because the caskets
and the babies in them were so small, so very small--most unusual because
until that day in
Objectively speaking (as if anyone can claim to be objective any more) the babies in those caskets looked less like babies than you and I looked in our first baby pictures. But then again, they looked exactly like you and I would have looked had we been killed like they were killed, burned to death in water so thick with salt that it hit our first attempt to grow skin like acid.
The families that moved in solemn array past the dead
child came to the funeral no different than you and I and the rest of the
people who have never seen babies like these.
But being at that funeral in
Men of God stood before the caskets and spoke, trying to make sense out of the dead babies' bodies. Words of God were read that spoke Truth to the gathered faithful and in the defense of the babies.
When the funeral was over, the caskets were closed.
The hearse was loaded.
People continued to weep and gather to pray as the hearse drove away.
person present had this to say about the people who were at the funeral:
"We saw the
anguish on their faces and the pain in their hearts and we saw warriors who will
not rest until
And so it goes in the year of our Lord, 2002, in these presently united States of America.
Ken Scott took the pictures and Jo Scott assisted with the story content.