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Mothers, I once read a story about a man on death row, he was serial killer, and he was scheduled to die at midnight, outside the prison two groups of people had assembled. One group was there to support the carrying out of the death penalty; the other group was there to protest the execution of this man. Both groups had signs, the signs in the one group protesting, signs in the other group supporting, some signs in both the groups had used scripture to support their view. Both groups claimed to have Christian members, both groups sang songs, made speeches, said prayers, carried candles, and both got their chance to be heard on local and national news shows. Some talk show host supported the group who wished to see the man put to death, others supported the group who wanted his sentence changed to life in prison, without parole. But one reporter noticed an old lady setting alone, not with either group, looking for a story the reporter approached the lady, who was deep in prayer. Excuse me the reporter, said I could not help but notice you praying, but you do not seem to be with either group, may I ask where you stand on the execution of this man? The old lady looked up with tears in her eyes; The man they are going to execute is my son, he did not want me to be here that is why I am out here. I did not come to protest nor support the decision of the law, I did not come to defend his guilt or innocence, I came, because no matter what he did, or did not do, he is still my son and I love him, and I always will and I just wanted him to know that!
A long time ago another mother stood at the foot of a cross and watched her son die. The difference is that she knew her son was innocence of the things he had been accused of doing. Her son died not because of his guilt, but because of the guilt of the whole world. There was no doubt that He had been falsely accused and condemned by the very ones He had come to save. A mothers love brought both these women to the place and time when their sons needed their love the most. I lost my Mother a few years ago, she was always there for me, always ready to support, to defend, to be my friend, to love me when all others failed, but most of all she was there just to be my Mom! Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers who read this and may God bless you.
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