December 25, 2007

• Mother…..

  First, I want to wish each and everyone a Merry Christmas….even to those that do not share the same faith as I.  I am extending the wish for joy in your Life and peace.  Christmas means so many different things to each individual person and we all have our own way of looking at the world and how to live our lives.  Christmas makes me happy and I have so many memories that bring me joy, so happy that I just want to share.  This Christmas is different for me though.  I was visiting The Theologian’s Cafe and one of his photo blogs was entitled “Mother”.  It was a mother holding her dead 6 year old child after their car had come under fire in Iraq.  I have a tender heart and just briefly allowing myself to feel what she must have felt gazing into her dead 6 year old’s lifeless eyes has deeply affected me this last few days.  I have given birth to 5 children and if any of them had been taken from me……the thought just can not be allowed.  It is too horrendous a concept for me.   During candlelight services tonight, I cried.  I keep seeing the mother holding her child.  For some reason, I am associating this tragedy with Mary, the mother of Jesus.  I know……Jesus did not die as a young child but as a grown man of about 33 yrs.  But the prophets had told of his coming and Mary was knowledgable of biblical passages.  She knew when he was born that his destiny would be his death.  How strong a woman she must have been.  An angel did not come to each and every member of her community to proclaim that she was to have a virgin birth and I am sure the women and men of the community could count.  Kenny Rogers sings a song that says…..Mary, did you know, that when you kissed your baby’s face that you kissed the face of God.”    When Jesus was crucified, Mary was there until the end and watched her son die.  I can understand why she stayed but I marvel at her strength.  I know that I am so glad that God did not choose me to be the mother of Jesus …….since I would not have cared about Mankind if it meant sacrificing one of my children……I would rather have a live son.  Maybe now that I have written this, the picture will quit haunting me since I am dealing with why it bothers me so much.  I wish that I could offer comfort to that mother even though I really do not have a clue on how to comfort someone that has had a child taken from them in such a brutal manner.  So I stand halfway across the world …..just hurting for her and wishing that I could make it better for her.  Her son was such a beautiful child too.      

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