When God created mothers, He knew exactly what He was doing, because He knew the world needed mothers and the world needed love. I’m telling you, there isn’t anything in this world that can compare to a mother’s love. A mother’s love goes the distance.
When I think about a mother’s love, I think about Mary, the mother of Jesus Christ. As she witnessed the crucifixion and the execution of her son on a Cross, I cannot even begin to imagine the pain and the hurt that pierced her heart. Mary’s love for Jesus Christ of Nazareth was faithfully with Him when He was born in a manger in Bethlehem, and her love was faithfully with Him as He died on a Cross at Calvary. Mary’s love went the distance.
When I think about a mother’s love, I think about my own mama. I remember as a child, on a particular night, I had a toothache, and I was in pain. I can still remember my mama rubbing my gums down in toothache medicine and rocking me to sleep as she held me in her arms, while humming a tune. Because of my mama’s love for me, her love medicated my pain, and her voice and her love soothed me to sleep. When my mama died during my childhood, her love for me has never been replaced after all these years. My mama’s love went the distance.
When I think about a mother’s love, I think about my spiritual mom who was a bridge over troubled waters during critical times in my adult life. My mama introduced me to Jesus Christ and taught me to love Him, trust Him, and believe in Him. But it was my spiritual mom who taught me how to be and become a Christian by her selfless example. There was a time in my life when I was homeless, and my spiritual mom demanded me to move from 500 miles away to live with her in her home. Such unconditional love had never been shown me not since before my mama and daddy were alive. I will never forget the spiritual and life lessons that my spiritual mom taught me. My spiritual mom’s love went the distance.
When I think about a mother’s love, I think about the love that many mothers have for their incarcerated sons and daughters. These mothers pray for their incarcerated children, not only for their safety, but with the hope they will make the choice to make the necessary changes to better their lives. Having a loved one incarcerated is stressful and painful, and many mothers make the spiritual choice to put their incarcerated children in the hands of God. As I always say, “You do your best, and God will do the rest.” And God can bring about positive change in our lives, if we let Him. So, mothers of incarcerated children, keep praying for them, with the blessed hope that they will one day decide to make positive and construction changes in their lives.
A mother’s love is a powerful force on this earth, as well as in heaven. A mother’s love cannot be replaced. When you are loved by your mama, a mama’s love is one of the sweetest blessings you will ever experience in your life.
In conclusion, I’m sharing the poem, “Two Mothers,” with you. This poem illustrates a heavenly conversation between the mother of Jesus Christ of Nazareth and the mother of Judas Iscariot. When I first read the poem, I was deeply, emotionally affected. Even still when I read the poem, I find myself crying. I thank God for choosing Mary to bring the blessing of the Savior—Jesus Christ of Nazareth—into the world. And I truly thank God for Jesus Christ of Nazareth who demonstrated through His life, His death, and His resurrection the meaning of true love.
Two Mothers
Long time ago, so I have been told,
Two angels once met on streets paved with gold.
“By the stars in your crown,” said the one to the other
“I see that on earth, you too, were a mother.
And by, the blue-tinted halo you wear
“You, too, have known sorrow and deepest despair…”
“Ah yes,” she replied, “I once had a son,
A sweet little lad, full of laughter and fun.”
“But tell of your child.” “Oh, I knew I was blessed
From the moment I first held him close to my breast,
And my heart almost burst with the joy of that day.”
“Ah, yes,” said the other, “I felt the same way.”
The former continued: “The first steps he took-
So eager and breathless; the sweet startled look
Which came over his face – he trusted me so.”
“Ah, yes,” said the other, “How well do I know”
“But soon he had grown to a tall handsome boy,
So stalwart and kind – and it gave me so much joy
To have him just walk down the street by my side”
“Ah yes, “said the other mother,
“I felt the same pride.”
“How often I shielded and spared him from pain
And when he for others was so cruelly slain.
When they crucified him – and they spat in his face
How gladly would I have hung there in his place!”
A moment of silence – “Oh then you are she –
The mother of Christ”; and she fell on one knee.
But the Blessed one raised her up, drawing her near,
And kissed from the cheek of the woman, a tear.
“Tell me the name of the son you love so,
That I may share with your grief and your woe.”
She lifted her eyes, looking straight at the other,
“He was Judas Iscariot: I am his mother.”
Author Unknown
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