Some of you may have already read this article from MSNBC; but if not, I strongly urge you to do so. Here’s an excerpt:
Stacie Crimm didn’t get to share much time with her infant daughter, Dottie Mae – she’d made the ultimate sacrifice to give the little girl life.
Crimm, a 41-year-old single mother, received the grim diagnosis of terminal head and neck cancer just months after her little girl was conceived. She opted to skip chemotherapy to protect her growing fetus.
Crimm survived long enough for the baby to be delivered. But shortly after holding her daughter for the first time, the Oklahoma woman slipped into a coma and died.
It’s a beautiful, beautiful story. Here’s a woman who (as far as I know) was not a Christian, and yet she demonstrated the essence of John 15:13 far better than many believers do. As Challies said, “Greater love hath no mom than this…”
But there’s something disappointing and troubling about this story, too: you probably noticed it yourself, toward the end:
[Crimm] didn’t have many special instructions on how she wanted her daughter to be raised, but she did have big plans for her little girl.
“She said, ‘I hope this little girl grows up beautiful so we can put her in pageants,'” Phillips told Lauer.
Really? I thought. That’s it? That’s all you want for your daughter? How sad.
Not surprisingly, I’m reminded of something C.S. Lewis once wrote: “We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
As Christians, we, too, live because Someone died for us. Because Christ died for us. The life we now live is not ours to wile away on paltry earthly pursuits. Jesus didn’t die so we could have our “best life now”; He didn’t die so we could chase our wildest dreams; He didn’t die so we could win beauty pageants or write a New York Times bestseller or make it to the Oscars.
No, He died that He might call us to something bigger, better, grander, and far more magnificent than any of these things. He died that we might be sons of God – that we might love Him and glorify Him and enjoy Him forever.
“Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we
should be called the sons of God…” (1 John 3:1)