FROM THE PASTOR
When someone else says it better than I can, we should just enjoy their words.
A LITTLE PARABLE ABOUT MOTHERS
The Young Mother set her foot on the pathway of life.
“Is the way long”, she asked.
And the guide said, “Yes! And the way is hard and you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning.”
But the Young Mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with he children, and gathered flowers for them along the way and bathed with them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and life was good, and the Young Mother said, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.”
Then the night came, and storms, and the path was dark and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her cloak; and the children said, “Mother, we are not afraid.” And the Mother said, “This is better than the brightest day, for now I have taught my children courage!”
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children grew tired as they climbed, and the Mother was weary too; but at all times she said to the children, “A little patience and we are there.” So the children climbed, and when they reached the top, they said, “Mother, we could not have done it without you!” And the Mother, when she lay down that night, looked up to heaven and said, “This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of difficulty. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today I have given them strength.”
The next day there came strange clouds which darkened the earth – clouds of war and hate and evil; and the children stumbled and fell. And the Mother told them of God; the heavenly Father who loved them so much He gave his only Son, Jesus, that by trusting in Him, they would have eternal life. And, like their Mother before them, they asked Jesus to forgive their sins and some into their hearts to be their personal Savior. Then, they lifted their eyes and saw above the darkness, the light of an everlasting glory. And that night, the Mother said, “This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God.”
And the days went on, and the weeks and months and the years; and the Mother grew old, and now she was little and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage and faith. And, when the way was hard, they helped their Mother; and when the way was rough they lifted her over, for to them she was as light as a feather.
And then, at last, they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and a golden gate flung open wide. Then the Mother said, “Now I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know that it is true – the end is better than the beginning! For my children can walk alone; and their children after them.”
And the children said, “You will walk with us always, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates!”
They stood and watched her as she went on alone. And the gates closed after her. There was the glorious light and the sound of beautiful, welcoming music. They said to themselves, “We cannot see her, but she is with us still! For a Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence with us always. And in the time to come we shall be together again – forever!”