Every year at the PYV (Presbyterian Youth
Victoria) Summer Camp, we give people the opportunity to ask questions, and
pretty much every year, this question comes up: “What happens to babies when
they die?” I have had the task of answering this a couple of times, and have
heard others answer the question too.
In PYV circles, this is no longer academic.
On Monday, we sat in a crowded church with
a large number of hurting people and stared at the small white coffin at the
front of the church. If you have ever been to a funeral for a baby or a
toddler, you will know the horrible feeling that I’m describing here. A life
that we all expected to be full of joy and happiness didn’t even get the chance
to take a first breath. And we are all left wondering why such a thing should
happen.
Searching for an answer to that question is
often fruitless and frustrating, but this funeral had something special about
it. Here the question of what happens to babies who dies was irrelevant. There
was no doubt about what happened – we all believe that she is with Jesus; she
is in a place infinitely better than earth (though we wish she was still here);
and we believe that she will be united with her parents again one day.
So as we sat in that church, we had the
opportunity to worship God. We sang to the one who absolutely understands what
it means to have a child die. We prayed that God would comfort the family and
friends of this hurting family. And we heard about the only One who can give us
hope in such times. “Nothing can separate us from the love of God.”
Does it stop the hurt? No. Does it mean we
don't grieve? No. Will we ever laugh and smile again? Yes, but maybe not just
yet.
And was the original question answered? Yes.