My husband gave a wonderful homily at the New Year's Eve Mass for the Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God. He told a story that I have read before. But this time I heard something new and it brought tears to my eyes.
It is a story told by William Bausch called "Erik." It is about a mother and her 12 month old child (Erik) and a homeless person, who is dirty and wearing ragged torn clothes. And the child really likes this stranger, and is so excited to see him. The boy stretches his arms out wide and practically jumps into the man's arms.
The homeless guy is Us. We are him. Lost, without a home, sinful, raggedy.
The little boy is Jesus. He loves us no matter what or who we are and is so excited to see us, he stretches his arms wide open to us and practically jumps into our heart!
And the mother? She is Mary. Mary who gave birth to our Savior. Mary who gives us her Son every day. Over and over. Even now.
Mary, the Mother of God.
And my husband made the point that we are all called to motherhood. We are all called to bring Jesus to others. Like Mary did.And still does.