A Place of Contrasts

Yesterday Suzy showed me a picture of an infant she meet in the hospital earlier that day.  His name is Moses and he has a huge growth almost the same size as the entire trunk of his body.  (See Suzy's blog at http://suzymccall@blogspot.com)  The pediatrician who was examining him said it is rare but treatable in the US.  Here?  Well, he has been abandoned by the mother who most likely feels the only hope he has is to be left there.  Without medical attention he has little or no chance of survival.  I don't know what will happen to him, but I am praying for that little boy, just as I am the little girl I saw dancing in the island of the highway last week.
At Flor del Campo, the school El Cordero, has a nursery day care.  Nurseries here are called Sala Cuna.  There are about 12 babies/toddlers in the big room that is neat, clean, and well tended.  The day care staff (two of the teachers I have been working with) obviously are very loving toward the children, and care for them very well.  I look past the lack of toys and materials to work with and see the love they are being given, the safety they have during day, the nourishment and know that these babies are the fortunate ones.
I don't know why there are babies born with serious birth defects.  I don't know why societies abandon the poor to fend for themselves.  I don't know why health care is lavished on some and denied to others.  I do know that every baby is loved by God, and for no other reason, I am compelled to love them too.