To discard the damaged and broken – the unwanted and the no-longer-useful – that is the way of the world.
We throw away what doesn’t work anymore—products, relationships, people. We convince ourselves it’s easier to replace than to repair. But when this “throwaway” mentality touches children, it reveals the deepest fracture in our collective soul.
Some are aborted—lives ended before they can begin. Some are abandoned—left behind because they are too costly, too inconvenient, too different. Some are abused—treated as objects to be used rather than persons to be cherished.
This is not the way it’s supposed to be.
Children are not disposable. They are not problems to be managed or burdens to be avoided. They are image-bearers of God, carrying infinite worth, even in their smallest and most fragile form. When the world’s way seeps into how we treat the vulnerable, it doesn’t just harm them—it corrodes us. Every discarded child is a mirror held up to our own moral bankruptcy.
This is not just “someone else’s problem.” It is ours. Our systems, our communities, and yes, even our personal comfort can make us complicit in a culture that quietly discards those who need us most.
The way of the world says, Throw them away. The way of love says, Not one will be lost.
