Margaret Schaut

One more conservative viewpoint on the world at large.

At the Edge of Eternity: Mass Graves at Home


At a particular point in my life, I suffered a severe trauma- the only thing I could do was to weep. At my feet my little baby girl, almost a toddler, crawled up to me, patted me and said ‘oh, poor, oh, poor.’ Her look was so compassionate, so comforting, her concern was real, her attempt to make me feel better was everything her little heart could give. To this day, when I feel too injured by death or loss, if I can’t get comfort anywhere else I go back in time to that moment, and let that little peanut do her ‘bit.’ What a gift to me! I knew at that time that, if she so chose, she would be a HUGE gift to humanity and the woundedness we all share.

I was proud of her. That little bit, that tiny girl, STILL makes me proud.

Yesterday I took that little bitty with me in my heart to the very edge of eternity. We went together to offer to God, to mother earth, to the Eternal-beyond-time a very small box; a box filled with the pieces of the remains of TEN other little ones, in a casket about the size of a computer- the very definition of a ‘mass grave’.

It was Eternity, God, who gave me the special gift of my little comforter. It was Eternity, God, who had given me the gift of others who participated in my life, who left their mark on me, who I offered back to Eternity, God, at the end of their life.

Always we return people in much worse shape than when we got them. We give thanks for the life they led, we give thanks for their legacy, we hope that Einstein is right and their soul, their spirit, remains in eternity. They have lived their lives, enhanced and enriched the human experience, and taken all that with them to the other side.

Yesterday we were again offering back individuals that humanity had received as a gift, as the great potential to comfort others, to love, to participate in our human experience, to solve problems, to make use of their special gifts, to be someone’s soul mate, to leave a legacy (perhaps) of lives changed and transformed.

This time we offered those gifts back to Eternity having chopped them to pieces and thrown them in a dumpster before they ever took their first breath. Unless someone had dug those body pieces out of the dumpster, they wouldn’t have even had the dignity of a human funeral. They were nothing more than trash to their parents, to their doctors, to the janitor.

We returned them to Eternity along with the interior, unheard screams of their agonies as they were slowly, coldly, ruthlessly dismembered.

Standing at that edge of Eternity offering these special and gifted individuals, I experienced a profound SHAME in humankind, the humankind that I love, that I need, that I participate in our destiny together with.

Every human being on the planet has been touched by abortion, the numbers are so vast- 50 MILLION in the United States alone. In London there are 600 per day.

At the edge of Eternity, I offered all those in my own family and friends who have this, and the aborted, in their histories. Whether known or unknown to us, we all have them.

At the edge of Eternity, no matter how beautiful and dignified the burial the truth is that it was still a MASS GRAVE, akin to the mass graves of revolution, genocide, war; but this time its all about our own self-hatred, our own rejection of our humanity, the hardening our hearts to all that is tender, innocent, soft.

Imagine being the God of Eternity and ‘receiving back’ in this way, what He has given to us in love.

Imagine being the man who stomped his toddler to a horrible death, where the child was no longer even recognizable, meeting his Maker in the midst of that horrible act.

Witness Lisa Mota told the San Francisco Chronicle that Aguilar told people who tried to stop him that the boy was “trash.”

We, as a species, are no longer able to love, and we carelessly and brutally murder the only ones among us who haven’t yet lost that ability. There is no stretch from the unborn in pieces in the trash to a father intensely stomping to death his own son ‘because he’s trash.’

At THAT edge of eternity, my own little comforter only increased my shame for all of us, myself included, no matter how earnestly and lovingly she tried her comforting. A dreadful blend of pride and shame. My hope is that instead of trying to comfort me, she is able to go and comfort those who won’t make it as far as she did. They need her far more than even I do.

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4 Comments»

  daughterofliberty wrote @

Ouch. The tale of agony and ecstasy.

  charlino wrote @

Well composed synopsis of the way things are today. Our children are forcibly sex educated, dehumanized, and desensitized to the value of life. Technically, abortion is one of the most primitive and unnecessary violent acts ever to be conceived by the system that created it. Human sacrifice in the 21st century. I’ve often wondered if history will portray our society as primitive as those who threw their babies into the fires to the gods. There are many married couples who cannot have children. Many couples try to go through children’s services to adopt a child, but our laws and agencies are so stiff necked and archaic that many people feel desperate enough to go over seas to adopt a child. I could never figure out why the powers that be deemed it better to kill an innocent human life rather than sustain it. Medical technology has done wonders in the area of sustaining premature births, with the youngest child successfully born at 21 weeks. There is no reason why the aborted are not given at least a chance to live long enough to be adopted .

  Chef Keem wrote @

This is so very sad. I’m thinking about the situation you mentioned – when the toddler and the murderer meet their maker…a huge mystery.

  Diane wrote @

Thank you for posting this Margaret. I was privileged to attend the service, sad as it was, but the innocent were given the dignity they deserved.

This is a holocaust of the worst kind. I pray the Lord will intervene in all who contemplate making the “wrong choice.”


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