A Prayer for Erick Muñoz

Our prayers go out Erick Muñoz for the healing of his family, now that he can finally lay his wife to rest. Of course, it may be of little consequence the court ruling gave him no comfort, only relief.

 

It is tragedy enough to lose a wife and an unborn child. But this tragedy is compounded by people like the Texas Alliance for Life in Austin who issued a statement saying it was saddened by the judge’s order to take Marlise Muñoz off life support:

 

“The decision fails to recognize the interests of the unborn child, who is a separate patient,” the statement said. “We believe the intent of the legislature, as expressed numerous places in Texas law, is to protect the lives of unborn children to the greatest extent possible.”

 

There is something missing here between the ears called common sense. What did they expect? Did they imagine that a female corpse, after 2 months into rigor mortis, to carry a 22-week old fetus to term, while it is already in the process of mutating? Mr. Muñoz only mentioned his heart sickness having to endure the stench of his wife’s rotting flesh, while on hospital visits. As she mortifies, the fetus deteriorates. But had the Texas Alliance for Life had its way, this could have gone on for seven more months.

 

We forget that God made us, and not we ourselves (Psalms 100:3). Who would overrule God to create life where there is no life? No matter our fortunate journey from sperm to worm, until God breathes into us the breath of life, we cannot become a living soul (Genesis 2:7). The body is not the spirit, and without the spirit the body is dead. And the dead cannot raise the living. And a dead womb cannot bring forth life.

 

Marlise Muñoz is decaying. In a short while, her remains will turn to dust and skeleton, and only her memory remains. Who, then, can raise the dust to life? Or bring life up out of the dust? Can a dead Egyptian mommy give birth simply because their embalmed bodies are preserved?

 

What is disturbing is those who would preserve life do very little to support it. Otherwise, we would pave the way for the next generation of healthy babies, and reduce the infant mortality rate. Would these same people fight for life, with the same zeal as they fight for the right to life? Would they fight for adequate health care and food, as hard as they fight for a dead woman to give birth?

 

When Job cried out, “Or why was I not as a hidden stillborn child, as infants who never see the light? (Job 3:16)”, he makes us realize that if it is the will of God, then a child is born. If not, the unborn remains as an infant “who never saw the light”.

A Letter of Thanks to Wendy Davis from Eddie Griffin

 

From: Briana Russell, born January 14, 2014

Dear Wendy,

 

Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to visit me at my home on this past Christmas Eve and bringing presents for my grandchildren. You were there for us when the hope of Christmas was the most dismal, and the life of my unborn grandchild hung in perils. You were the answer to our prayers. May the Lord bless you, your family, and your team for answering the desperate cry for help from me and my family, and moreover for your sweet and kind words of consolations to the destitute.

The last of your gift cards went to buy my newborn granddaughter some baby formula. Briana Russell was born on Tuesday, January 14, 2014, a healthy child and blessed, thanks, in part, to a fairy godmother that lifted a burden off an old man’s shoulders and saved Christmas for her family, before she was born.

 

 

 

Praise to the Lord, for He is good and His mercy endures forever.


I give thanks also to the Everman Church of Christ family who also heard our cry and came to our rescue. It is hard on the eyes of an old man to see his grandchildren homeless, with another on the way... stranded on the streets in the middle of an ice storm. And, I shuttered at the thought of my daughter-in-law, eight months expectant, trying to navigate on 4-inch thick ice, in soaked wet cold tennis shoes, trying to move their stuff from a rented motel room, after money ran out, in search of somewhere else to go. Had the mother slipped and fallen on the ice, we would have no doubt lost the baby.



Tears are hard to come by, for a prideful old man. But when I see Baby Briana’s sweet and innocent face, realizing she knows nothing of how she got here, I break down.

On the first Sunday of her life, the baby was in the church nursery, watched over by her angel and a loving and caring saint, a Sunday teacher who knew the weary young mother needed a surrogate for just a little while to rest.

I remembered looking into the eyes of a worried 5-year sister-to-be, when times were bleakest, and grandpa promised her that everything was going to be alright, when there seemed to be no way, no how.


But blessed be the name of the Lord, for he is wonderful and does marvelous things. Now grandpa has some peace and relief from his anxieties.

As a footnote: When the picture above was taken of grandpa and the baby, I was talking to her, telling her about a fairy godmother named Wendy who saved her family’s Christmas just before she was born.