I spent this last weekend in the Vineyard where, with lamentation and bitter weeping, Rachel was mourning her children, because they are not. [c.f. Jer.31:15]. As on several previous occasions, I was privileged to be serving as spiritual director (soul friend, to use the medieval terminology) at a Rachel’s Vineyard retreat, for women and men who had had an encounter with the impenetrable and terrifying darkness of death through the procuring of abortions. Rachel is devastated, mentally and physically, carrying an insupportable burden of guilt, sorrow and despair. If anyone thinks that it could be otherwise, then they must be deluded by the devil or be immensely insensitive, cruel and cynical. But there is hope; we have a loving Father who calls us by name, enfolds in his arms, and heals us of all our sin and sorrow. If you know of anyone, young or old, who strruggles with this devastation, tell them about the Rachel’s Vineyard ministry.