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It was May 1980 and I needed to get out of North Vancoiver. As a last resort I went unannounced to see my birth mother in a CITY 5 hours away from Vancouver. I clearly timed it poorly, because it happened that Mothers Day would fall on the exact weekend I arrived. Having not a single penny to my name, I decided I better write her a conciliatory poem or song. Something to give, when I had nothing else to offer :
Mothers Day Song
I reached in my pockets but found they were typically bare
So I thought for a moment for somehow to show you I care
I could tell you 'I love you' but words usually don't last for long
But these are forever and this is your Mothers Day Song.
I learned long ago that a mother is all a man needs
And I'd never found love in the corners where lonely men breathe
Ive often been distant, in anger I've said things so wrong
But this is contrition, and this is your Mothers Day Song.
20 years in the dark, no letter or phone call exchanged
And I cried every night in my room like a young boy estranged
But time heals most wounds, no matter they be deep and long
My love is forever, and this is your Mothers Day Song.
*. *. *.
It was an awkward affair, her and I having been mostly estranged for the better part of 15 years; in other words, my whole accountable life. But none of these facts weighed heavy on me whatsoever. I was 20 years old, off the rails, and essentially a ne'er do well.
What a candy flossed way of describing a loser.
But I was a loser with hope. I knew I was capable of much more, and presumed I'd get there pretty quick. Mine was the 20 year glitch. The backsliders pardon, so to speak.
Like it was yesterday, I remember waking up to a note on the kitchen table, a bus ticket holding it down like a paperweight.
"It's just not working out" was the brunt of the message. I distinctly recall wondering what it was that 'wasn't working out', after a total of 2 1/2 days, 3 nights. But it was what it was. Later that day I was on a Greyhound bus pointed back to Vancouver, where I'd be inconveniencing someone ; turning a couch meant for sitting, into a last resort bed.
*. *. *.
I'm not picking on my mom or judging her for her actions. I find no mileage in that. For whatever it was that made my mom the way she is / was, I truly feel sorry. I would love to see her made whole and in a walk with The Lord. That would surely be an unfathomable blessing, a celebratory moment to say the least.
* *. *.
It occurred to me that Our God of the Old Testament, that would eventually come to earth as a Man in the person of The Son, wrote for each of us an incredible assortment of 'notes' even songs. And in His desire to acquaint us with Him, strategically authored The Words. Words to comfort and to cling. Words to encourage and to lead. He didn't just abandon us and expect us to figure it all out. He provided us with an Owners Manual to ensure that we would never wander lost and without a map that directed us home.
When I consider the facts of what He went through and why, I'm embarrassed by what I've offered Him in return. Truly ashamed.
But I believe it's sinful to wallow in sins that are forgiven. To hang our heads in front of a Father that's redeemed us, paid for every sin, and at an excruciating price. He who left us with Him in the Heavenly's ( Ephesians 6 ) where His mercy is once and forever realized. Not by Him, who has seated us there before the World even spun. But by us, who will at once come face to face with the One that didn't just take a moment to see where we were. But rather placed us with Him, the incomprehensible epitome of His grace.
.*. *. *.
We can rest assured and live in peace, based on the Promises of God.
And it's His promise to us, that anyone that comes to Him seeking redemption or another chance, will never find from Him a note, with a bus ticket attached.
For when man says 'it isn't working out'. Jesus says : Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Matthew 11:28
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