Lent 4B - Mothering Sunday

Readings for this Sunday:

Exodus 2:1-10

Psalm 34:11-20

2 Cor. 1:3-7

Luke 2:33-35

MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY'S MOTHER: "I don't mind you having a garden, Mary, but does it have to be growing under your bed?"

 

MONA LISA'S MOTHER: "After all that money your father and I spent on braces, Mona, that's the biggest smile you can give us?"

 

HUMPTY DUMPTY'S MOTHER: "Humpty, If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times not to sit on that wall. But would you listen to me? Noooo!"

COLUMBUS' MOTHER: "I don't care what you've discovered, Christopher. You still could have written!"

MICHELANGELO'S MOTHER: "Mike, can't you paint on walls like other children? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get that stuff off the ceiling?"

NAPOLEON'S MOTHER: "All right, Napoleon. If you aren't hiding your report card inside your jacket, then take your hand out of there and prove it!"

CUSTER'S MOTHER: "Now, George, remember what I told you -- don't go biting off more than you can chew!"

ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S MOTHER: "Again with the stovepipe hat, Abe? Can't you just wear a baseball cap like the other kids?"

MARY'S MOTHER: "I'm not upset that your lamb followed you to school, Mary, but I would like to know how he got a better grade than you."

 

BATMAN'S MOTHER: "It's a nice car, Bruce, but do you realize how much the insurance is going to be?"

GOLDILOCKS' MOTHER: "I've got a bill here for a busted chair from the Bear family. You know anything about this, Goldie?"

LITTLE MISS MUFFET'S MOTHER: "Well, all I've got to say is if you don't get off your tuffet and start cleaning your room, there'll be a lot more spiders around here!"

ALBERT EINSTEIN'S MOTHER: "But, Albert, it's your senior picture. Can't you do something about your hair? Styling gel, mousse, something...?"

 

GEORGE WASHINGTON'S MOTHER: "The next time I catch you throwing money across the Potomac, you can kiss your allowance good-bye!"

JONAH'S MOTHER: "That's a nice story, but now tell me where you've really been for the last three days."

SUPERMAN'S MOTHER: "Clark, your father and I have discussed it, and we've decided you can have your own telephone line. Now will you quit spending so much time in all those phone booths?"

THOMAS EDISON'S MOTHER: "Of course I'm proud that you invented the electric light bulb, Thomas. Now turn off that light and get to bed!" 
 

  

 

 

On August 16, 1987, Northwest Airlines flight 225 crashed just after taking off from the Detroit airport, killing 155 people, One survived: a four-year-old from Tempe, Arizona, named Cecelia. News accounts say when rescuers found Cecelia they did not believe she had been on the plane. Investigators first assumed Cecelia had been a passenger in one of the cars on the highway onto which the airliner crashed. But when the passenger log for the flight was checked, there was Cecelia's name.  Cecelia survived because, even as her plane was falling, Cecelia's mother, Paula, unbuckled her own seat belt, got down on her knees in front of her daughter, wrapped her arms and body around Cecelia, and then would not let her go.  Nothing could separate that child from her parent's love ? neither tragedy nor disaster, neither the fall nor the flames that followed, neither height nor depth, neither life nor death.

 

 

"God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers."

 

Jewish proverb 

 


What shall we talk about on Mothering Sunday?

 

Obviously families will gather in all sorts of ways to celebrate mothering. The above story of Cecelia's mother is an illustration of the life-giving qualities of mothering - but not all children are so lucky!

 

But "mothering" involves "giving life".

 

Getting lost from Mothering Sunday is the idea of "mother church". This is a shame. Mothering is giving life to future generations. How many Christians regard their membership of the church in these ways? Mother church members give life to the children and future generations.

A Mother's Farewell Letter
A new glimpse at a mother's final letter to her son, written immediately before her deportation to Theriesenstadt.

From Valli Ollendorff

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpts from the letter:

 

Two days before her deportation to the Thereisenstadt concentration camp, German Jew Valli Ollendorff wrote a letter to her son Ulrich, anticipating the coming end of her life. Ulrich had fled Germany to the U.S. after Kristallnacht, the "Night of Broken Glass," in 1938, when the Nazis destroyed 191 synagogues throughout Germany. Valli's other sons, Wolfgang and Gerhard, remained in Germany and were killed by the Nazis in the early 1940s. Valli died in Thereisenstadt at age 68, less than two months after she wrote the letter. Lost for 40 years, Valli's letter did not reach Ulrich until 1985, and it remained a family secret until 1998, when it was read publicly for the first time at Ulrich's funeral.

Now, hoping that Valli's words of hope and comfort will resonate with contemporary readers, the Ollendorff family has released the letter and the news of its remarkable discovery. The story of the letter and the Ollendorff family has been made into
a book and a documentary film, narrated by Martin Sheen and Liv Ullman, airing on local PBS stations.
Tormensdorf - 24th day of August, 1942

 

My beloved, my good boy, within two days we are going away from here, and the future lies so dark in front of us that the thought comes up that the new place will be the last one which we reach on our migration. And if you my boy will hold this letter in your hands, then we are not chased from place to place, then all the suffering will have an end. Also, the restlessness and peace will be around us and in us. Be happy that I have this rest and this peace, my good boy, and don't be too sad.

Also, you, my beloved boy, can carry the knowledge through your life that you through all your life were a source of purest joy for your parents... I wish your life will go from success to success, my beloved boy, and that you stay so good, so modest, and so grateful for all the good and beautiful things like you did already as a child. We wish for you to have with your child as much joy as we had with you. May the blessings, which I pray for you, come true.

 

The fact that I could not be a witness to your life in America was much more sad for me than you believed it my boy. All your letters born by a deep child's love called me to you and the joy of seeing you again, and the echo of the longing, and the possibility of living with you caused that I did all that was necessary to come to you. Also, today I repeat to you and I know that you will understand me, I was and I am daily happy even longing very much for you and your life.

 

However, fate did not let me go. And now my beloved boy, I will take leave from you. I will thank you a thousand times for all the love, for all the gratitude, for all the joy and sunshine which you brought into your father's and my life, starting from the day of your birth. May the memory of your parent's house and your childhood shine like a bright lucky star over you, my beloved, good, precious boy.

 


Mother


Hymns:

 

9.30 St Peter's

  • 251 All things bright and beautiful
  • 487 Jesus good above all other
  • 519 make me a channel
  • 497 Let all the world

 

10.45 St Andrew's

  • 484 The King of love
  • 21 All things bright and beautiful
  • 313 Lord of all hopefulness
  • 206 He's got the whole world

 

6.30 St Andrew's

  • 269 Jesus good above all
  • 246 In heavenly love
  • 522 To God be the glory
  • 148 From heaven you came

 


 

 

 

 

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