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Sunday, April 16, 2017

My Lord says ... John 20:1-9


1On the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala came to the tomb early in the morning, while it was still dark, and saw the stone removed from the tomb. 2So she ran and went to Simon Peter and to the other disciple whom Jesus loved, and told them, “They have taken the Lord from the tomb, and we don’t know where they put him.” 3So Peter and the other disciple went out and came to the tomb. 4They both ran, but the other disciple ran faster than Peter and arrived at the tomb first; 5he bent down and saw the burial cloths there, but did not go in. 6When Simon Peter arrived after him, he went into the tomb and saw the burial cloths there, 7and the cloth that had covered his head, not with the burial cloths but rolled up in a separate place. 8Then the other disciple also went in, the one who had arrived at the tomb first, and he saw and believed. 9For they did not yet understand the Scripture that he had to rise from the dead.

My mother became a widow at the age of 27.  She was four months pregnant with me when my father died.  She had a glorious day when my father was still alive.  She was complete with household helpers to do the house work and a nanny to take care of my eldest siblings.  She was a full-time housewife and a mother and never gone to work.  She was provided with materials things she never had before.  With material blessings, she shared it with her parents (my grandparents) to help them provide for her other siblings’ needs.  But it was short lived because my father was killed by someone who was in argument with him in business.  She was left with nothing because the business that my father used to manage was taken over by his eldest brother.  As usual, she had to rely on him for financial support.  Traditionally, grieving as a widow would take two years before she could be allowed to take the risk of getting married again.  But she didn’t take that kind of risk; instead, she took the risk of providing for our needs by herself alone.

Metaphorically speaking, raising four children is like a "calvary" of parenthood and a "dying to oneself," especially if one is a single parent. It’s a hard task wherein a parent doesn’t think anymore of herself or himself, but only the goodness of her or his own children. Food, clothes, shelter, and education are basic necessities that are hard to provide for.  Heart-breaking sacrifices that can’t be fully compensated by any material wealth only, but by our sense of appreciation, gratitude, service, and respect that should be given to one’s parent, especially in their old age. 

Before, I never realized the sacrifices and concern of my own mother for me, till I became a mother myself.  I made wrong decisions in my life because I disregarded her love and concern for me when I was still young.  But literally, I don’t need to wait for a family member to die before I open up my eyes to the truth and reality of a mother’s love.  Though it was too late before I realized my mistake, but it’s never too late to make up for my own mistakes and shortcomings.  Whatever forms, healing takes time, but I need to take actions to prove my sincerity as a daughter and as a mother also to my children.  Gone the "old self" and comes the "new self" to make everything possible with God's help.

Happy Easter to all!!!

"I will sing of your salvation. In you, O Lord, I take refuge; let me never be put to shame. In your justice rescue me and deliver me; incline your ear to me, and save me. Be my rock of refuge, a stronghold to give me safety, for you are rock and my fortress. O my God, rescue me from the hand of the wicked. For you are my hope, O Lord, my trust, O God from my youth. On you I depend my birth; from my mother's womb, you are my strength. My mouth shall declare your justice, day by day your salvation. O God, you have taught me from my youth, and till the present I proclaim your wondrous deeds."

Psalm 71:1-2, 3-4a

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