*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.’ […]
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.
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.