“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”
“I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meatloaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.”
I would like to draw some parallels between the love of God and the love of Mothers- Mothers have nine months getting to love the new life within them. Scripture says that God was in planning before the foundation of the world, an eternity to come to see us and love us. For that matter, all life emerged from God’s work, so perhaps we see that God could well love the whole creation as a mother loves a child, with all of its flaws and imperfections. At Bible Study a woman said that she worries that she loves her family more than she loves God. That is a worry I don’t think would cross the mind of a lot of fathers. I don’t know how Mary, the mother of Jesus, worked that out in her life. In Jesus Christ, we see the love of God clearly. Before Jesus said a word or healed anyone, we get a glimpse of the love of God that was determined to demonstrate that love in a person, in an incarnate way. We see love for humanity clearly. God’s love is incarnate in Jesus Christ. Mothers incarnate love for us every day. Mothers are a part of so many memories, especially of childhood. In the womb, the umbilical cord forms, so that we are nourished through the mother. At birth, the cord is cut. We are connected by cords of love all through our lives, even when we cut the apron springs and begin adult life on our own. Our very existence depends on being connected to the hand of God holding the world from spinning into entropy and decay, chaos and confusion. On this Mother’s Day, the force that no equation can gather, no force control, is that of love.
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