Tag Archives: Mother’s Day

Suffer the children

It was Mother’s Day weekend, a weekend of mixed emotions, to say the least. I am among the fortunate. I spent the day surrounded by family, celebrating our eldest child’s college graduation in the Columbus sunshine. On Saturday, her younger sister … Continue reading

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Graduations

A Mother’s Day poem for a grown daughter graduating college There was a time measured in the skipped beats of a sonogram machine when you were mine completely to hold; you ate my food, shared my blood, before the cord … Continue reading

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Year B Easter 6: water and blood, a Mothers Day proclamation

“This is the one who came by water and blood, Jesus Christ, not with the water only but with the water and the blood. And the Spirit is the one that testifies, for the Spirit is the truth.” I don’t … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day

From the side of the multipurpose metro parkway trail, a single angelus transports me: You sing some nursery nonsense as we pack away the picnic stuff; it’s time to go home. Within the forest’s shade, there is nothing to be … Continue reading

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When is a door not a door?

Jesus is posing his listeners a riddle when he talks of himself in the language of the sheep pen. We only get part of the passage today; we don’t hear Jesus, today, call himself the Good Shepherd. That comes immediately … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day

I’ll make a deal with you. It is this: that for every single rose you give to a mother walking through your Sunday morning doorway, you say a prayer for the child whose parent left him alone and hungry in … Continue reading

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Mothers’ Day

The Worst Mothers’ Day Ever was the one when I was nine or ten and I had completely forgotten that it was Mother’s Day. I tried to bluff my way through by rifling through my desk, and producing a craft … Continue reading

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