Friday, August 31, 2012

Babies in Heaven

I should have been in the hospital today.  I wouldn’t have minded hours of labor pains to hold a soft, newborn baby in my arms and press my nose against his sweet head.  This aching thought woke me at 2:30 in the morning and had me sniffling and snuffling tears till sunrise.
My only consolation is what I remember reading about infants who die.  According to Sondra Abrams in Afterlife, who died clinically and came back, there are “nurseries in heaven.”  Marietta Springer in We saw Heaven describes a vision she was given that when a baby dies, the guardian angel escort him to the nurseries in heaven and groups him with others of similar artistic, scientific, and social abilities where that child could best develop.   These children were grouped into “families” and instructed by angels, who also sang and played divine music for them.  She saw how the angels taught the children about the cross and redemption and brought them before Jesus. Each child, she said, was filled with “a holy love and a desire to learn.”  Her angel explained as he showed her the various buildings, where the children would go on to higher learning.

Although we on earth believe no one can love a child more than a mother, I am confident (even without those two visions) that the angels, Our Blessed Mother and Heavenly Creator love my baby more than I do.  I don’t imagine either one of my babies would voluntarily return to earth with the splendor and purity they have beheld, so the cross of grief and loss is mine alone.  But, with expectant faith, I can rejoice at my saints in heaven and yearn for the day when separation between families and exile from my true home is just a memory.
Mother of Perpetual Help, pray for all mothers who struggle finding precious life a gift and for all mothers who have suffered the pain of a miscarriage. 


Paula Bradley said...

May I please use your Photograph of the Baby Angels with the Chalkboard to make a Facebook Cover in Memory of the Little Kindergarten Children that were shot and killed in their classroom today?

Anabelle Hazard said...

Yes you may Paula

MT McClanahan said...

I also read your "Beyond What Eyes See", and find this topic very fascinating. Forgive me for commenting--I'm not Catholic but came across your blog while researching this topic--but I have a book entitled 'The Nurseries Of Heaven" (1920) that was my Great Grandfather's back in 1931. He was a lawyer and once the mayor of Asheboro, N.C., and lost his wife (in his arms it is said) and unborn child to asthma. Not sure if someone gave him the book or if he sought it out, but it talks about exactly the same things as your referenced Sondra Abrahams in Afterlife.

It's subtitle is "A series of essays by various writers concerning the future life of children, with experiences of their manifestation after death." It tells how children, born or not, that have passed on, are cared for and taught in heaven. It is also, and I get the feeling that maybe you are also, very much coming from the viewpoint of spiritualism, with automatic writing and séance type things (I am quite unfamiliar with these things—WASP--it seems there is an emphasis on these things in Catholicism that is not in Protestantism—worlds apart I guess and yet not so much) but from a Christian perspective also (I say “but” because in my mind they are usually mutually exclusive—again, WASP). G. Vale Owen (I believe he was Catholic) is one of the editors and book comes from a Mystical Theological viewpoint. It was a very interesting read and corroborates what others have experienced, including your daughter seeing your son.

Anabelle Hazard said...

HI MT, I would have liked to read that book on Nurseries of Heaven. Thank you for the heads up-- I'll go look for that at amazon or half. I'm glad you commented because it gives me a chance to say what the Catholic Church teaches on seances. This is prohibited by the Church as it is necromancy --conjuring up the dead deliberately. What the Church accepts is that in God's will some souls/saints/Blessed Mother/Jesus do reach out to us from the afterlife but careful discernment must be applied. In seances, it is at our initiative but in the latter case, it is at God's initiative. God bless you.

MT McClanahan said...

Thank you Anabelle for clarification, that certainly explains why Owen was forced out of the church. His more famous (or infamous) book I believe is "The Life Beyond The Veil".

In the "Nurseries" book there is a particularly moving story (and I of course won't go into detail here) about a young, bedridden girl who was slowly succumbing to illness, who saw visions of Jesus and passed-on relatives and how she, in essence, comforted her preacher-father (I cannot imagine his pain))when she described what she was seeing.

From the little investigation I have done so far it seems there was a "spiritual movement" of sorts during the early 20th century. I ignorantly assumed that if A=B & A=C then B=C, i.e., that Owen was Catholic, Owen was spiritualist, therefore Catholics are spiritualists. Please forgive me for that. (I think it's supposed to be A=B,B=C,then A=C). I'm an artist not a mathematician so there you go.

God bless you, there is a sweet spirit and wisdom in your words. And I would say an intelligence in your willingness to read something apart or antithetical to your beliefs, knowing that you are steadfast in them, but for understanding only. Some are afraid to do that.

Yvonne said...

I spent a great deal of time reading everything that G. Vale Owen wrote. He was not a Catholic, but a protestant vicar in Liverpool England. His mother began to visit him 4 years after her death, through his wife, who was a ready medium.
I really wish that we spent more time desiring to be close to Jesus and the realm he lives in so that we could participate more closely with those that have passed on to that sphere. When we desire to have more spiritual eyes, those who have had these spiritual experiences will not seem distant or strange to us. We will also fully comprehend how our loving Heavenly Parents act, just as we would want to love our children, only magnified in perfection a million times.