*This is an updated re-post from December 2015* Being a mother… and thinking about God’s Mother. When one of my boys was little he announced, ‘I know why God was mean in the Old Testament and nice in the New Testament.’ ‘Why’s that?’ I asked. ‘Because in the Old Testament, he didn’t have a mummy.’ […]
My mother was a prolific writer. We haven’t even begun to work through her journals and notebooks, but a few months ago I came across a little folder of theological reflections from her time at Smith College, where she studied literature and theology, and I tucked it away to bring home before putting it back for the others to read.
When I wrote The Disciple I focused on the idea from John 1:12-13 that God has given us the ‘right’ to become children of God. I’ve been struck by that phrase and some of the implications of being given a ‘right’ to be a child of God for many years.
I do know that I’m grateful to have studied theology to find wider and richer traditions, and I know that every Christmas I think of Mary in a particular way, in a way that only another mother can think.
We could just ignore it, which I think many husbands and wives in practice, just do. It’s basically what my husband and I have done for nearly 26 years now.
There are some things only a mother knows – childbirth is one of them. It is raw, powerful, emotional, potentially frightening, and awesome. It is exhausting and elating at the same time – and it is kind of icky – but in a way that you just don’t care.