Mother’s Day on the Refrigerator

There’s something touching about the way mom’s react to even the littlest gifts from their children on Mother’s Day.

I’m so grateful for the Catholic grammar school education I received.

It was never considered politically incorrect to make gifts or cards or other arts and crafts type surprises for our mothers in school.

Now I have my doubts about everything.

Mom’s are being robbed by liberals as we speak, by the watering down of everything that’s Holy–especially marriage.

Ironically it was ultra radical Protestants who first had a problem with Christian motherhood.

Martin Luther, the first Christian to denounce Catholicism, never once denounced his devotion to his Spiritual Mother Mary.

Mary to him, just like she remains to Catholics, was and still is the Ark of the Covenant, in which the Word of God safely dwelt.

Check this out, especially my evangelical friends who doubt there’s any connection between Mary and the Ark. 

Revelation 11:19-12:1;

11:19 And the temple of God which is in heaven was opened; and the ark of His covenant appeared in His temple, and there were flashes of lightning and sounds and peals of thunder and an earthquake and a great hailstorm.

12:1 A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars;

Wherever the Ark traveled, while the Word was inside it (the 10 Commandments that is) a Pillar of Cloud by day and a Pillar of Fire by night lead the way.

Now, this blog is no place for long debates about theology, but just remember this, your father is a symbol of God the Father.

Your mother is a symbol of Mary our Mother.

Your life in Christ, by honoring your parents, is a symbol of a redemptive and obedient son named Jesus.

It hardly matters that we have human weaknesses.

What matters is the Truth taught you about God by your parents and that which you are now teaching your children, furthers God’s kingdom.

Everything else we’ve done, which falls short of the Glory of God, will be left behind when we breathe our last.

Except for the drawings on the refrigerator, they go with you.

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