Letters from Blob

Phil Harris
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Posted: Apr 20, 2007 12:01 AM
Letters from Blob

Dear Mom,

Well, it’s been almost four weeks. Crazy how time flies, isn’t it? You still don’t know I’m in here yet. The angel told me you’d find out pretty soon, because you’ll be missing something. She said that while you are looking for it, you are going to start thinking about me. I am so excited, and wow, I just can’t wait!

Love,

Blob

Dear Mom,

I can tell you know about me now, or at least you think you know. The angel said that you have been wondering if I might be in here, but you still aren’t sure. Sometimes, I get a funny feeling, and I wonder if it’s when you are thinking about me. I don’t know what it is, but it seems like things get all tense. Are you okay Mom? Hope you feel better soon.

Love you,

Blob

Dear Mom,

Why have you been crying? The angel told me that you and Daddy have been yelling at each other. Are the two of you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? I hope not, but I am sorry if I did. Please don’t be mad at me.

I love you so much,

Blob

Dear Mom,

I have some really really great news! You know that I’ve been busy in here for twelve weeks now, and guess what. I’m going to be a girl! Yes ma'am, I am going to be the most beautiful little girl any Mommy has ever had. I am getting so big that you just wouldn’t believe it.

Your loving daughter,

Blob

Dear Mom,

The sweet sixteen is here. Yep, I am sixteen weeks old and I am getting pretty good at stuff in here. My arms and legs are working great. Did you feel it when I poked you with my foot this morning? I hope it didn’t hurt you. It feels good to move my arms and legs.

Love,

Blob

Dear Mom,

What were you and Grandpa arguing about, and why have you been crying again? I hope Grandpa isn’t mad at me. Did I do something to make Grandpa unhappy? I hate it when you are sad Mom. It makes me feel all icky when you are sad. I haven’t heard Daddy for a long time. Is Daddy okay?

Love,

Blob

Dear Mom,

You’ve been crying for a long time today. Please don’t be so sad. I know there are lots of people who love you just as much as me, and I’ve only been around for seventeen and a half weeks. Guess what Mom. I weigh almost a whole pound, and I am starting to get my hair, and my fingernails, and…

What’s that scary sound? Are you using the vacuum cleaner? I thought you told Grandpa we were going to the doctor. Hey… something is poking me in here. OH NO! Mommy, my water disappeared, and... Hey, that’s cold. Get that thing away from me. Mom… something is… OUCH! Mom… that cold thing is biting me on the leg, and it… OH, AAAHHH! Mommy… Mommy… Help ME! That cold thing… it tore off my leg! It’s coming back in again! Mommy… it’s biting my head. Stop hurting me… please, my new hair… you’re going to ruin my new hair. Mommy it hurts… it hur….

Dear Mom,

I don’t know what to say. The angel told me what happened, and it just doesn’t make sense to me. I was really looking forward to being your little daughter, but the angel said there were lots of other ladies who could have been my Mom, if you didn’t want to be. Well, I guess that’s about it then. What’s done is done, and there’s no changing anything now.

I wish you well Mom,

Blob

Secular-minded folks, versed in the hymns of pure science, will ridicule the idea that an embryo, or a fetus might actually have thoughts of any kind, and I am not aware that any half-written diaries have been found in post-abortion medical waste. However, from a non-secular perspective, we really do not know what the soul is, or if the soul is aware before being attached to an earthly life.

It is not a stretch for me to think of an eternal soul as going both ways. Time is, after all, a figment of mortal life in this physical Universe. In Jeremiah 1:5, God said, “I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.”

This idea of presenting the thoughts of an unborn child to his or her mother is not new. I did a Google search after I had written it, and was surprised to find my original title, or close to it. I changed my title and decided to go ahead anyway, because there is an underlying message that I hope to convey.

The child who is so often terminated for reasons of convenience (or inconvenience) is too often thought of as a blob of tissues with no claim to humanity. That is simply a state of mind, which needs desperately to be changed. Tens of millions of children have been ripped to shreds and discarded as medical waste without ceremony. This happens thousands of times each day, as we sip our morning coffee and while we pass the potatoes to Grandma at the dinner table.

Did this story disturb you? You may find this callous of me to say, but I hope that it did. Abortion will continue unhindered, unless people vote as if this were a matter of life and death. Of course, no one wants to hear about dead babies. Perhaps some need a gentle tap on the forehead, to snap them out of their complacency.

I hope we all understand that stories of unpleasant things do not need to be reeled in; but rather, it is the unchecked evil, ravaging unborn children. It is their blood, crying out for the attention of our conscience. I hope that we all might listen and take action when the opportunities arise.