And the child’s father and mother were amazed at what was being said about him. Then Simeon blessed them and said to his mother Mary, “This child is destined for the falling and the rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be opposed so that the inner thoughts of many will be revealed – and a sword will pierce your own soul too.”
Sunday 22nd March 2020 – Luke 2:33-35
An updated reflection. ………….
On Mothering Sunday (Mother’s Day) we give thanks for those who Mother us, for those who today and in years gone by have given themselves to and for us. For those who have made sacrifices so that we might enjoy life. In many communities now, only to say thank you to Mums, is to ignore all those who care for us. In families across our our land, grandparents, aunties, uncles, fathers, foster parents and social services carers provide motherly love and care to many children. This is a day when we celebrate all who have and do provide motherly care.
Our Gospel reminds us that loving and caring in this way is a sacrifice of self-giving. A vocation to which many of us are called. A vocation which not only means a daily grind of tiredness and worry, but one which often can involve experiencing the deepest of pain – sometimes because that care is rejected by those we love, sometimes because of the hurt done to those we love and care for.
It is also a particular burden and joy at this time of the Coronavirus crisis. … It is a caring that sometimes feels completely impotent as we watch what happens to those we love.
Mary understood that pain. At the death of her Son, she bore in her body the pain of the cross – she felt the nails being hammered into the wrists of her son, she agonised as she watched him die the most painful of deaths. She had to release her child into God=s eternal care long before his time. And as those things happened I=m sure she will have felt a mixture of all the emotions a mother can feel – anger, guilt, shame, and deep aching loss. Like any mother, her grief was unbearable.
Mary also understood the joy of motherhood – she watched her precocious child grow to be a wonderful man. She felt the joy of being part of the making of this special son.
Mothers today face all of these emotions. Today we stand with them, pray for them and celebrate their self-giving love. We pledge ourselves again, for another year to work for the stability of family life, to help those who find the burden of caring too difficult.
As we look around our world today, we reflect on the tremendous burden born by mothers, grandparents and others, as they watch the healthy younger generation around our world dying for lack of f drugs to treat those who are HIV positive; who see children dying for nothing other than the lack of clean water, or the cost of a mosquito net; as we watch families struggling to understand and come to terms with the Coronavirus which is gradually and increasingly coming to affect us all.
We see the burden of care carried by so few for so many children, we see children struggling for lack of food, their carers working night and day to bring in only just enough for survival. We see schools and their staff carrying an increasing burden so as to keep our society working.
In other ways today, our celebration is mixed with sadness and mourning.
We are aware of people important to us, whom we have lost. …. Our prayers also carry the weight of what we see each day on our televisions and what we know to be true for many around our world.
And we bring all this, the stuff of life in our world, the joy and the struggle, with us as we pray. We are acutely aware that this year we cannot approach the altar for our Communion. We cannot share the bread and the wine and we feel that loss. In the midst of that loss, we give thanks for all that our Mothers mean to us, all that our Mothers have meant to us. And as we quietly remember Jesus’ sacrifice, we try to feel the pain of those who are suffering for love throughout our world today.