Easter 2, 2011, Mother’s Day

Though we are born alone, the mother of all things is the Universe. We are totally and thoroughly connected and interconnected by our Universal Mother. And we all have the same Mother in common. Through her we are brothers and sisters, children of the source of all life.

Think back to when you were in the womb of your birth mother and how she knew everything you were experiencing by your actions in her body. And think now about how every thought and deed is recorded by the Universe, the unbiased truth of all our actions, known by our Universal Mother as we move within her being. We are known as we know. We are forever a part of the rhythm of life, and life goes on eternally. We are forever being born and reborn as the Universe expands itself to accommodate life, us, her children.

When we are given a special holiday like this day, “Mother’s Day,” we are guided into many aspects of observing the day, with cards, flowers, foods. But these are still outward actions based on inward reflections. If we look long and hard at our actions, perhaps we will come to the realization that we are celebrating the Universal Mother of all things. How does a day like today come into being? Does someone just wake up one day and discover that they long for their mother? That all that could have been said was not said, or that saying it with just words was not enough and we need to add the other tools, the cards and pictures and gifts, to convey more than our words can construct?

I think we are embracing the Universal Mother, the all-loving, all-knowing, all-giving aspect of creation, and the inspiration for such a day comes from our desire to make an acknowledgement of that life force.

Here, if I may, I would like to speak in generalities. The love a mother carries for her child is vastly different from the father’s love. For one the mother carries the child within her for several months until the child comes into the world. Then the majority of the child’s care comes from the mother in varying forms until the child leaves home and still there is always a deep connection between mother and child. But the father’s love is different; it’s somehow more practical and maybe practiced. We fall deeply in love the moment we see the child and there is nothing we would not do, and still the mother’s love is greater than that. It is quite a mystery.

I recall a time when I was visiting my mother. She had taken up quilting and had made several very nice quilts. Well, there was one I fancied and I asked her if I could have it. She said, “No, this is the first one I ever made.” So I came home without the quilt, but later she mailed it to me, ironically. I am her firstborn child and I received her first quilt. When my mother died, I did not cry and I did not feel the need at that time. But about a year after she had passed, I was putting the quilt on the bed and just seeing her initials in the corner started the tears. There would be no more long talks about life and growing up. There would be no more secrets shared, and that is my loss. I have many, many memories of the times we shared. They are not a replacement for her presence, so loving and giving.

We celebrate motherhood in various ways and I think at the end of the day all mothers are loving and giving. And we acknowledge motherhood with our actions for her wisdom and love.

And now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, three Persons in one God be ascribed, as is most justly due, all honor, power, might, majesty, dominion, now, henceforth, and forevermore. Amen.

Rev. Lee Dunn

May 8, 2011

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