Happy Birthday, dearest Mother of God! Yes, it is 8th September and my mind goes to the miracle of the Immaculate Conception (8 December). I remember this incident even though it was so very long ago. I remember. . . . yes, I do.
I was at the church early one morning. I was there to attend Mass and then I would go back to the place where the coffin was. Whose body lies in the coffin? A mother.
It was my beloved mom. She was only 65 when she was claimed by the much dreaded disease for which no cure can be found. And whatever has no cure comes under the topic of CANCER.
But that is not the point I want to make. The point is, the good Lord made it so clear to me that I was not an orphan. I was not abandoned. Our Lord has given His own Mother to me.
Dearest Mother Mary, I thank you for having taken such good care of me
I remember that moment so well . . . There I was, somewhat in grief
Not a single tear in my eye, and I was causing loved ones to be puzzled
What was there to cry for?
My earthly mother is still alive
No one who believes in the Lord really dies
Yes, my earthly mother happily surrendered to our Lord Jesus
After all, had He not answered my prayer?
Just one simple prayer – for mom’s conversion
And did I not call upon St Jude to pray for us?
Yes, I did. I still do for the many still not baptised
Back to that morning, a fellow brother in Christ came along
Out of the door after holy Mass, he said to me
So calmly, so gently and with a voice totally convincing
Your earthly mother has gone home to the Lord
But you have your Heavenly Mother to take care of you
Yes, on this day, I just want to recall
That it was more than two decades ago
Less than a week after I had just received baptism
Our Lord Jesus sent His summon
Calling my earthly mother home
Having completed His preparations for her
To spend eternity with Him
Yes, that was one Friday morning
with me by her bedside at the hospice
Soon after Mass I had returned to be with her
On my knees I got to pray
To our Divine Master
The Chaplet of Divine Mercy
And as soon as it was done
I saw, to my amazement
A wave of the hand
As if my mother was saying to me
Till we meet again
Praise Him! Thank Him!
Delighted am I to think
That in Heaven are so many friends
And that in a day to come
I will once more see them all again
And then forever will I sing the praises of God
With you, Mother Mary and all the saints in heaven