Jesus said: ‘My children hear my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish.’
“Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order that the race might live and grow… I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea Carrying in my body the seed of the free. I am the woman who worked in the field Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield. I am the one who labored as a slave, Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave – Children sold away from me, my husband sold, too. No safety, no love, no respect was I due… But God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, I’m reaching the goal. I nourished the dream that nothing could smother Deep in my breast – the Negro mother… Out of the darkness, the ignorance… Lift high my banner out of the dust. Stand like free men supporting my trust… march ever forward, breaking down bars. Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs – For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.” (The Negro Mother by Langston Hughes)
Jesus said, ‘My Mother, who has given my children to me, is greater than all, and no one can take my children out of my Mother’s hand. My Mother and I are one.’
Prayer: Beautiful Spirit, we live with gratitude for all mothers.
Question: What is my greatest gratitude for motherhood?
May 11, 2025 Gospel John 10:27-30 Fourth Sunday of Easter / Mother’s Day