my mother's love

Aug 11, 2009 18:08

Yesterday my mom told me something. She had been walking through the fields, and came to a field that had cows and calves grazing on it. She saw a calf and its mother, and the calv was very dirty. Apparently it had tried to suck at its mother's udder while standing beneath its mother's ass. The inevitable happened, the mother shit on its calf. The shit stuck to the calf's head and it couldn't get rid of it. My mother said she felt only one thing, a strong desire to go and clean that calf.

When mom told me this I was reminded to a pastor I knew once, a pastor from the Salvation Army. I asked him what a real saint would have to be like, and he told me that a saint is like a nurse willing to clean suffering people from their shit, from the blood, from the puke.

God is like that too. He sees our dirtiness, He sees all the manure on our faces, yet He does not shun back from cleaning us again and again. There is such a thing as dishonoring ourselves, as degrading ourselves. And sometimes other people do that to us too, by heaping shame and rejection on us, while we were just looking for help.
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