This is a little tardy, but like most things, it would be bitter if not yet ripe. Mothers. Everyone has one. God even had a mother. It is something else we all have in common. There are good ones and bad ones, young and old ones. There are unfair mothers and warmhearted mothers. Occasionally they seem contemptible, but most often it is well deserved.
No one really understands the mystery, except perhaps mothers themselves. Bearing child is a puzzling partnership with a well-known designer who pushes the process along. Perhaps it supports the theory that God primarily works in and through human beings in this world. God even used Mary, bless her heart, to inspire the Son of God himself.
Ok, science can tell us a considerable amount, but it can only point to such an awesome obscurity. Some science claims to have all the answers to life’s unanswerable questions. Nine months is all it takes, give or take a few, for new life to take first breath. Nine months it takes for the bread to rise, and if the oven is at just the right temperature, the bread is ready to come out.
Mothers make life possible in an impossible world, at least the mothers in my life do. Moms are like no one else in the world. Sacrifice and service give meaning to their actions. But like Jesus said, “No greater love is there than a mother to lay down her life for her children.” It is a love centered deep within a mother’s core, so great and secret, that a child and even a young man, couldn’t see, hear, touch, taste, or feel until the time is right. God, thank you for the mothers, and of course the grandmothers of the world, who teach about your service and love for us, but most of all, thank you for my mother. Love ya Mom.