Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine
“Tell me of your mother, Master, if you please,” Judas had asked one day as he and Jesus had walked together in the dying afternoon light.
“Again, Judas?” Christ had chuckled. “I would think you’d grow tired of my stories by now. Why don’t you tell me of yours.”
Judas grew silent, looking away, gradually coming to a stop. Christ placed a comforting hand on the other man’s shoulder.
“What happened to her, my friend?” he asked softly.
“I cannot quite remember her,” Judas had admitted. “I was very young when she died. The other women took pity, but ... nothing was the same.”
“Our mothers are the source of life and wisdom,” Christ had said with a gentle smile. “Nothing can replace them, and when we lose them, it is easy to forget all that they taught us.”
“But I can’t remember,” Judas had cried. “I don’t even know ...”
“You know kindness and forgiveness, Judas,” Christ answered. “You know to be thankful, to treasure that which are given. Above all, you know love, my friend. And too easily, we forget that it is love which binds us to each other, which makes us human. And that is something that can only be learned from being loved, by those around us and above us. Your mother, whether you know it or not, has taught you this. Just as my mother taught me.”
Judas smiled then, and they resumed their walk.
“Perhaps, one day, I will travel to Nazareth,” Judas mused. “And then I can meet your mother to thank her for bestowing her knowledge and compassion unto you.”
“When you do, she will welcome you as her son,” Christ replied with warm smile. “For you, Judas, are my brother.”
“Again, Judas?” Christ had chuckled. “I would think you’d grow tired of my stories by now. Why don’t you tell me of yours.”
Judas grew silent, looking away, gradually coming to a stop. Christ placed a comforting hand on the other man’s shoulder.
“What happened to her, my friend?” he asked softly.
“I cannot quite remember her,” Judas had admitted. “I was very young when she died. The other women took pity, but ... nothing was the same.”
“Our mothers are the source of life and wisdom,” Christ had said with a gentle smile. “Nothing can replace them, and when we lose them, it is easy to forget all that they taught us.”
“But I can’t remember,” Judas had cried. “I don’t even know ...”
“You know kindness and forgiveness, Judas,” Christ answered. “You know to be thankful, to treasure that which are given. Above all, you know love, my friend. And too easily, we forget that it is love which binds us to each other, which makes us human. And that is something that can only be learned from being loved, by those around us and above us. Your mother, whether you know it or not, has taught you this. Just as my mother taught me.”
Judas smiled then, and they resumed their walk.
“Perhaps, one day, I will travel to Nazareth,” Judas mused. “And then I can meet your mother to thank her for bestowing her knowledge and compassion unto you.”
“When you do, she will welcome you as her son,” Christ replied with warm smile. “For you, Judas, are my brother.”