The Dignity of Human Life

Young Missionaries of the Holy Father / Los Angeles, Ca.


One may take it lightly to toy with another’s existence, but what might it mean to exist? In essence how might one come about to exist? Is there a gap between life and death or is the line between being alive and not, flimsy indeed? To exist means to have actual being and actual being is undeniably there. Do we have the authority to take away actual being? Look to not the transience of life, but the befores of it.

The four intergrades of life present: inanimate, vegetation, animate, and human intellect; in that crescendo order. Rocks, cell phones, and pillows display the lowest intergrade to life, which is none at all. The blossom to flowers displays the second stage of life, and the movement of animals shows the third. But foremost, none compare to the coexisting mind, body, and soul of the human condition. What is a rock if no artist to sculpt it? Or a potato, for nobody to harvest it? Do the sheep flock themselves? The dignity of human life does not lessen others, rather it cooperates itself into a higher plan.

Needless say, if a baby were to be aborted, it would be of the utmost crime to humankind. The grace loss of one human person is enough to deprive man of the light of soul. Every person is equipped with gifts and talents, ready to be shared and developed for the sake of everyone. We would not have the wondrous spectacles of astronomy as we do now if it weren’t for Galileo’s telescope; or the infant, if it weren’t for mother’s nine-month endurance. “What is great about man is that he is a bridge, and not an end” as Friedrich Nietzsche once said.

The seemingly hopeless man has refuge even if he is restricted by his essential illness: original sin. The ever expanding thought of justice fluctuates thoroughly through our society, but woe it is, for mercy is not as strongly taught. Man drowns himself in pity and restricts his capabilities as he eagerly, immaturely yearns for pity. We taste the wicked one’s flesh in our own by the fall of Adam and his spouse, thus enthralling us to seek for mercy not to God but falsely to he who evilly conducts the world. This however, in itself, can be redeemed. A problem is just an absence of an idea, as a sin is just a denial of God’s infinite love. But the same way an idea can sprout, is the same way God can bring about light into our hearts. The juxtaposition between the error of our ways, punishment, and redemption may seem so senseless as it is not the logic of how the heart pumps, but the logic of the One who allows it to do so. The markedly thickened line of natural and supernatural may seem but light-years apart, yet it paradoxes itself into every action, thought, and breathe of our countenance.

We structure our minds to think doubt will save us, like when Peter questioned whether or not our savior can allow him to circuit on the surface of the water. With absolute faith, with unconditional love, with total surrender we can move mountains. It becomes evidently clear then, that one might be dispatching from a natural promise to life if committing abortion. The maturescence to conduct our own perspectives puts truth to our free will. Every decision can be made by man, but whether it happens or not can only be allowed by His will. So as it is advised to go to confession, rightly make the decision to do so; nevertheless truly repent for our thoughts and words, for what we have done, and for what we have failed to do.

Nay fear of ignominy, in any circumstance, to conceive life. As regret may set in, it is not even the tallest concern. The baby aborted two minutes ago could have been the one God sent to cure Cancer, yet we flood ourselves with doubt of His sending and transmit to our selfish secular worries; opposite to life pronounced. Co-writer of this article, Alejandra Zarate, pleads to all women who are contemplating abortion to have the courage to defend the baby. As a mother who voluntarily participated in a surgical abortion, she states, “Human dignity is one to treasure, is one to nourish, it is one to preserve.” At the age of 21, she became pregnant by a man that she had just met for a month. It was an impulsive relation. After finding out that she was expecting a baby she fled to tell him, and his first reaction was to ask to whom it belonged to, implying an untrue statement claiming he had never even touched her. The first mentioned “solution” was to get the baby aborted under his finance. Her motherly instinct was to protect and keep the baby, but as she sought aid and comfort from friends and relatives, she was advised, from every direction, to have it done. Because she thought it to suit her circumstance at the time, she decided to have it done. She was a single mother with a two year old daughter and three year old son. She was under the faint impression that another child would be a burden, “inconvenient,” one can say. So she had to bury her feelings to commit the act; even though when she was about to get it done, they showed her the beating heart of her child. Having walked out of there, she felt as if she had just died. Not because of any physical medication, rather because of her metaphysical guilt of feeling like she had just killed someone.

The passion of her feelings made her feel as if she hurt a defenseless. She died inside. She often blamed herself for not having courage to defend the baby. She asked the “what ifs?” of her child. Was it going to be a girl, or a boy, or what they would’ve grown to be like? She felt no tolerance for what she’d done and thought God could never forgive her.It was a seventeen yearlong guilt trip. Through this trip, she treated everyone around her “inhumane.” It literalized hell, and brought about chaos into her life and the ones she loved. There was a certain lack of mercy towards others and their actions as well. She ensures that this lack of forgiveness entwined into the hearts of her other children. It toiled with everybody near her. She felt as if she seeded this “cold-hearted, hateful” mentality into the minds of others. But nevertheless, her seeing the error of her ways, she had such incentive to see the children she had to do well. Not even in a materialistic way, the way of morals, ties, and thinking (the way of God). But even then having this mentality, she could see the gaps in her raising methods through her children’s behavior. There was lots of blatantly obvious trauma present. The two year old daughter to which she had raised was her direct evidence; the mirroring of her actions. At the same age at which Alejandra committed her abortion, her daughter was convinced she was ready to get an abortion done. She was a month pregnant. Alejandra, recalling her suffering, knew the future was bleak for her daughter if she headed down such a road, not to mention there was the life of a baby at stake. The morning of this discussion, Alejandra scurried to her local Catholic church and told the priest what was about to commence. Minutes later, she found herself praying the Divine Mercy Chaplet with him and his secretary. Even prior to that, she was on the phone with another priest who was about to celebrate mass, and he said he would offer it to her. Hours later she received a phone call from her daughter, who did not go through with the abortion… She said she had seen the images of aborted babies outside of the clinic, being held up by protesters, and this convinced her not to give in.

This shows that the sin of one mother can be carried through generations, but God’s hands catch the fall. Alejandra really took emphasize on how her actions would never have been performed if it didn’t start from her childhood. Her disobedience to her parents, her rebellious nature, her greediness and appreciation for her situation as a child was a direct vessel to the construction of the “cold-heart” that permitted an act as hideous as abortion. We have an almighty God that can heal all wounds, leaving you scared but mended.

The reparation of our souls upholds answers to the secrets of the universe. God is real, and very much accessible to even the lowest of sinners. He becomes that perfect lover, and that fulfillment you were looking for. The quencher of our thirsty souls.

Mario Zarate & Alejandra Zarate

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