I hate it when we have Mother’s Day sermons or special prayers for Dads. What about women who long to bear children, but cannot? What about families whose father has abandoned them or who beats them savagely at home? What about children whose mothers are alcoholics? How do people hear such sermons when their own relationships are suffering or already broken? Is there no awareness of the pain people are carrying? No compassion for the hurt that spans that vast gulf between the ideal and the reality? Shall we just paste a few sweet-sounding sentiments together and congratulate everyone who fits that mold? It seems that all we are doing is applauding those who have “succeeded” – and pouring salt in the wounds of those who come up short.
I wonder what Jesus would say if he were here, if we could hear his voice. I have a feeling he would sit beside each one of us, take us in his arms, and let us weep out every scalding tear.