There is a great song by Audio Adrenaline called Kings and Queens. It is a wonderful song about orphans and it urges us to “love the least of these” – those children left without love and without basic provision in the poorest places in the poorest countries of the world. What a wonderful message.
But that song has a different meaning to me. When I hear about the least of these, I think of my Evie. She was the least of these.
The medical community made no qualms about what Evie meant to them. Genuine questions regarding Evie’s longevity were always met with a casual shrug, a slight annoyance and I knew what they were thinking, Why does it matter? She’s just going to die anyway.
Both Evie and I were looked at as a research experiment. More than once they led me down the hallway, my bare belly exposed, to a highly specialized, newer machine, so they could “get a better look”. Get a better look at what you already know? You just want to use your new toy. At times I felt we were both being dehumanized – a baby girl with so many anomalies that she wouldn’t survive, and a mother crazy enough to keep her.
She was the least of these in the pro-choice community. Certainly they wouldn’t have bat an eyelash if Josh and I had chosen to “terminate the pregnancy”. Josh and I were once asked by a concerned individual why we were being made to “keep it”. In circles like these my sweet girl was resorted to an inconvenient creature to be disposed of without a second thought.
The Lord says differently.
Here is the chorus to the Kings and Queens song. I know it’s intended message, but I can’t help from seeing my Evie-girl all through it.
Boys become kings, girls will be queens
Wrapped in Your majesty
When we love, when we love the least of these
Then they will be brave and free
Shout your name in victory
When we love when we love the least of these
When we love the least of these
My heart has been so blessed in fully, recklessly loving the least of these. I wouldn’t trade my sweet Evie for anything. <3