The passion a mother has for her child; there is no other feeling that even comes close. The first sight of a mother’s child has her being consumed by awe. The child’s first word, first step, fist scrap, all bring an excitement, fulfillment and a commitment to life that can’t be filled by any other emotion.
The Apostles’ Creed Reads; I believe in Jesus Christ, God’s only Son our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried; He descended to the dead. On the third day He rose again; He ascended into heaven, He is seated at the right hand of the Father, and will come to judge the living and the dead.
Now, let’s back up a little, Jesus Christ, God’s only Son, was born of the Virgin Mary. Mary, this innocent young lady who was chosen by God to be the mother of his Son. And now being filled with divine grace, she accepts this and her journey into motherhood begins. God chose Mary because He knew that she would love, nurture, and teach this child to become the individual that He wanted him to be.
Maybe this should be called The Mother’s Creed. In the Apostles’ Creed the life of Christ is summed up in one paragraph. It only gives the beginning and end, there is no middle. You know how he comes into this world and you know how he leaves. Jesus was born of the Virgin Mary and for the first few moments of his life, he was looking into Mary’s eyes. And then for the final moments of his life, Mary was looking into his.
Acts 2:1-4 tells us; When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.
Mary had her own day of Pentecost the day she watched Jesus carry the cross. As he made his way through the village people we’re either taunting and spitting on him or they we’re sobbing and yelling hysterically. I can’t image what Mary was thinking as she was surrounded by all this madness. Witnessing what was happening to her son and knowing what the final out come would be. And also knowing that there was nothing she could do about it.
The will of God was commanded and now had to insert it’s self into history. The only Son of God, born of the Virgin Mary had to die for our sins. Give his life for our freedom and Mary had to stand there and helplessly watch as this event unfolded. Webster’s dictionary defines passion as emotion, love, suffering, and patience. All of these make up the roller coaster of life that all mothers must ride. But this is more than Mary’s passion for Christ and her love of God; it’s about being the chosen mother. And all of you have been chosen.
Your children are all gifts from God. But to your children, you are the gifts from God. You are the hot chocolate on a cold day. You are the familiar face in a large crowd. You are the good night and good morning kiss. You are the rose among the thorns.
Happy Mother’s Day!!!
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