Honoring Peace and Mothers

(Mother’s Day 2007)

 

MAY 13, 2007: SIXTH SUNDAY OF EASTER

Acts 15:1-2, 22-29     Revelation 21:10-14,22-23     John 14:23-29

 

To the church in the diaspora[1]

& to the church of the unchurched[2]

 

Gospel
Jn 14:23-29

 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.
Not as the world gives do I give it to you.
Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.
You heard me tell you,
”I am going away and I will come back to you.”
If you loved me,
you would rejoice that I am going to the Father;
for the Father is greater than I.
And now I have told you this before it happens,
so that when it happens you may believe.


Introduction

The liturgical now

“I am going away and I will come back.”  He goes away in his death and ascension. He does not leave us orphans. He comes back to us in the descent of his Holy Spirit upon us.  Next Sunday is the feast of the Ascension and the Sunday after that is the feast of the descent of the Holy Spirit of Pentecost. With Pentecost we will return to Ordinary Time, and we will coast along in it through the warm summer  months and then into late fall when on December 2 we will enter into the Extraordinary Time of Advent in preparation for Christmas 2007. That’s the church’s calendar.

 

The national now

The Nation has its own calendar, and that, too, plays an important role in our lives. Today, the second Sunday of May, is Mother’s Day. Tradition calls for the wearing of roses or carnations on this day — a red flower if your mother’s living, and a white one if she’s deceased. I’ve been wearing a white flower for  59 years in memory of a mother who loved me with a love beyond all telling, but who in her life, because of overwhelming circumstances, couldn’t do a thing to help me, just like the Sorrowful Mother who stood at the side of Jesus.

 

On this national holiday, when we all endorse motherhood, we give our mothers flowers and telephone calls and countless other things dreamed up by the commercial world deeply concerned that we pay our debt of filial piety. That commercial world puts its stamp also on our religious holidays like Christmas and Hanukkah, and in the process it sometimes stamps out their original intent and inspiration.

 

Honoring peace on Mother’s Day

Julia Ward Howe

That’s what has happened to Mother’s Day.  An original intent and inspiration has been fairly lost along the way. In the United States, Mother’s Day was first suggested in 1872 by Julia Ward Howe, a Boston poet, pacifist, suffragist, and author of the lyrics to the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Yearly she would organize Mother’s Day meetings in Boston, Mass., encouraging mothers to rally for peace, since she believed that mothers bore the loss of human life more painfully than anyone else.

Howe issued a  Mother’s Day Proclamation in 1870 which in part reads,

Arise then Christian women of this day!

Arise, all women who have hearts, whether your baptism be that of water or of tears!

Say firmly:

"We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies.

Our husbands reeking with carnage will not come to us

for caresses and applause.

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn

all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.

We, the women of one country,

will be too tender of those of another country

to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."

From the voice of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with

our own. It says: "Disarm! Disarm!” …

 

As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil

at the summons of war,

let women now leave all that may be left of home

for a great and earnest day of counsel.

Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.

Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means

whereby the great human family can live in peace, man as the

brother of man,

each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar, but of God….

 

Anna Jarvis

It was Julia Ward Howe who made the first gestures  towards a Mother’s Day. It was Anna Marie Jarvis (1864-1948) who got  it inscribed on the Nation’s calendar. During the Civil War her mother, Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (1832-1905),  organized women to tend to the needs of the wounded of both sides. After the war she became active in the promotion of a  Mother’s Day dedicated to pacifism and social activism.  She organized meetings of mothers of soldiers on both sides of the late war.

 

Two years after her mother’s death on the second Sunday of  May,  Anna Marie Jarvis held a memorial to her mother on May 12, 1907, and then went on a quest to make Mother's Day a recognized holiday. Following an act of Congress in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson proclaimed the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day.

 

 A homily with the original inspiration

The internet  is an absolutely wonderful miracle.  It’s a marvelous library right in your own humble abode. I surfed it in preparation for Mother’s Day 2007. Though I usually  don’t go to the web for homilies, I stumbled across one, and it turned me on. Below is an excerpt of it.

A Sermon for Mother’s Day

 Fifth Sunday of Easter, cycle C, May 9, 1998,

by Most Rev. Dr. Robert M. Bowman,

residing Bishop, United Catholic Church….

 

Finally, it is fitting that on Mother’s Day we reflect on the social application of motherhood -- peace. Mother’s Day, contrary to popular wisdom, was not invented by the florists' association nor by the telephone company. Mother’s Day was invented by a mother protesting the killing in World War I. She got other mothers also to protest, and pretty soon Congress got in the act. Finally, President Woodrow Wilson pronounced the second Sunday in May as Mother’s Day, a day dedicated not to honoring mothers, but to honoring their wishes -- that the killing be stopped.

 

This aspect of Mother’s Day is too often ignored, even by the church. It should not be. It is central to the whole idea of motherhood, including the motherhood of God. You mothers know the pain of seeing your children fighting and hurting each other. Can you imagine the pain of seeing one of your children kill another? Can you imagine seeing your children divide into opposing armies and slaughter each other? That's what war is to God.

It is not enough to set aside a day to honor mothers. We must devote ourselves to ridding our social institutions of the violence and killing which have caused so many mothers so much pain and grief. We must try to imbue our institutions, including the church, with the ideals and attitudes of motherhood. We must strive for a society which reflects the nurturing, the sacrificing, and the loving of mothers. For then they will also reflect the nurturing, the sacrificing, and the loving of God, the mother of us all.

The original intent and inspiration of Mother’s Day was not to honor mothers but to honor their wishes that the killing of war be stopped. Amidst the daily carnage in Iraq how timely it is to resurrect that original intent and inspiration on this Mother’s Day 2007.

Honoring mothers on Mother’s Day

That original intent and inspiration inspired by Julia Ward Howe and Anna Jarvis has been lost over the years. Mother’s Day, which first honored the wishes of mothers that the killing in war be stopped, now honors the mothers themselves whether they are pacifists or just simply mothers. That development is natural. What’s living develops.  On Mother’s Day, however, we don’t have to choose between honoring the wishes of mothers that the killing in war be stopped and honoring the mothers themselves.

 

A Mothers’ Day story

As we set out to honor mothers themselves on Mother’s Day 2007, we wonder what gift we should give them. The commercial world has an endless list of suggestions in addition to flowers and telephone calls. I have a simple suggestion of my own, and it takes a simple story to tell it.

 

“April is the cruelest of months.” That’s the opening line of T. S. Eliot’s poem The Wilderness.  It’s the only line in the entire poem of that rather sophisticated poet that I understand.  He’s right. April is the cruelest of months. Abraham Lincoln was assassinated on April 14, 1868.   Dr. Martin Luther King was gunned down on April 4, 1968, just ten days before Easter.  This year 2007 Jesus died on April 6.  Just ten years ago this year, on April 26 in 1997, my dog Tina was put down.

 

My grief at the time was very deep and visible. A few days later, early in the morning, I had to shop for groceries. Even though you’re grieving you still have to do such mundane things. After gathering the food for which I had no taste, I noticed there was only one clerk at the checkout counter. He was a young man named Vernon whom everybody knew and liked. I hesitated to approach him, because he'd always ask, “Hey man, how are you and your dog, Tina?"

 

Well, he did just that! When I broke the news, he immediately read my grief. Suddenly he reached for his wallet, opened the cash register, transacted something and then returned the wallet to his pocket.  I had no idea what he was doing, and when I handed him my money, he refused it, saying, "I've taken care of it." That young man was black (and color is part of the story). Here was a young black man, who was a blue-collar worker, who had to dress in a white shirt but didn’t make fifty dollars an hour, and he was paying for my groceries!

Conclusion

No greater gift

Though that happened a good ten years ago I remember it  vividly, and I tend to recount it as a Mother’s Day story. Vernon wonders what gift he should give his mother on Mother’s Day. Being a check-out clerk he probably can’t afford to spend much money on flowers or long-distant telephone calls or chocolates. What greater gift could he possibly give his mother than what he has already given her!  He has given her a son who is a great human being who pours the oil of compassion upon someone in need, and who, sure as shootin’, will pour the oil of compassion upon her as well, when her day comes.  What greater gift could his mother want from Vernon than the precious and costly gift she has already received, and before which every other gift pales? The song that sang in the heart of Mary at the annunciation sings also in her heart: Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exultavit sipiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo.” ”My soul praises the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my savior” for I have begotten a great human being (Lk 1:46-47). Everybody wins and is singing—not only the mother who begot a great human being like Vernon but also Vernon himself who down deep in his heart of hearts has the feeling of one who is a great human being.

 

 

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Prayers of the faithful

Introduction

There is a philosophical axiom that the ideal does not exist; only the real does. That is to say, “mother” as a general idea does not exist; only individual mothers do. There is no “mother in general” out there somewhere. There are only mothers in particular.

 

There are mothers who are battling cancer

 and still have children to rear.

There are mothers who have mentally challenged children

 and who face a  daunting task with the dawn of every day.

There are mothers whose sons and daughters

 are estranged from the church,

or are estranged from each other,

or are estranged from their mothers themselves.

There are mothers who have children like Vernon,

 and who feel very blessed and fulfilled.

And there are mothers who wonder where they went wrong.

There is the mother whose son was the shooter at Virginia Tech.

There is the mother who recently died from cancer, though she wanted to hang on till June to see her daughter graduate.

There are mothers for whom we wear white carnations today

and mothers for whom we wear red ones.

 

For all these real mothers… In peace,

let us pray to the Lord.

 

That mothers might cast their bread upon the waters and raise  not just great doctors and lawyers and merchants and chiefs but also and especially great human beings like Vernon… In peace, let us pray to the Lord.

 

That sons and daughters like Vernon  might give their mothers the best gift of all –-the gift of themselves as great human beings and Good Samaritans on the road of  life …  In peace, let us pray to the Lord.

 

That mothers who wonder where they went wrong might be at peace; for the path of parenting is painful, and few there are who don’t make mistakes…  In peace, let us pray to the Lord.

 

That those mothers in heaven who left before their work was done might, from the throne of grace and power, do for their sons and daughters what they wanted to do here on earth but didn’t have time… In peace, let us pray to the Lord.

 

That those sons and daughters who recently lost their mothers might be comforted by us on this first Mother’s Day without them…  In peace, let us pray to the Lord.

 

That mothers who  feel the loss of human life more painfully than anyone else might remind us of the original intent and inspiration of Mother’s Day; that they might summon us to disarm and to stop training their children to injure children… In peace, let us pray to the Lord.

 

 



[1] Diaspora is a Greek word meaning dispersion. Originally it referred to the settling of scattered colonies of Jews outside Palestine after the Babylonian exile. It’s now come to mean the migration or scattering of a people away from an established or ancestral homeland or parish!

[2] By “the unchurched” is especially meant not those who have left the church but those whom the church has left!