The babies suffocated at birth are much better off than the ones allowed to “live” in Hell’s nation, North Korea.
Sometimes I think about what a miracle it is to be alive.
Somehow my ancestors survived disease, war, plagues, floods, fires, natural disasters, pagan sacrifices...
Is there a person, anywhere, that does not think on that at some point?
We had a Korean woman in our church who escaped north Korea on foot, during the Korean war. Her husband was dead, and her children were tiny. She has since passed into glory, but her children, grandchildren, and great-grand-children are a priceless legacy of a tiny, simple Korean woman.