The mare received major burns over most of its body, trying to protect its fold from the flames, falling wood and debris. It was a life or death situation before the two could be rescued.
But they made it. And the Mother is healing. Her baby did not receive even a cut or bruise. Watching this news account touched me deeply. God is so visible in nature. To nurture and protect is instinctual.
Every creature has that mothering instinct:
Think of the ants who corral their eggs into chambers underground and fiercely defend against intruders.
Consider the bees swarming if the honeycomb is in danger.
There are the female lion and leopard who raise their young.
Can’t miss the mothering instinct. It is all around us. All of God’s creations have it — even the smallest living things. If we are born with it, how can some Mothers mistreat their children?
Often it is the absence of having been Mothered themselves. To be a Mother is a calling, not just a matter of biology. It is unconditional love, forgiveness, selfless conduct and courage. One does not come by these qualities easily.
Formed over dozens of dirty diapers, cut fingers and loose teeth, Mothers are forged in some sort of mystical fire. They are cool around screaming children and diplomatic with disgruntled husbands.
Lately, I have been thinking about Mothers and motherhood. It is probably the toughest, but most rewarding job a woman will ever have. I have renewed respect because I was once a critic, could not see past being a career girl.
In a column that seemed smart at the time, I did not endorse motherhood. In fact, I wrote I would have to be drafted. It was the I-am- woman-hear-me-roar era and I was not going to march to the beat of a biological clock.
How short sighted. Now, well into my fifties, I have become obsessed with kids. My soul is hungry for an experience I didn’t take seriously. I want the crayon drawings on my refrigerator; the chocolate fingerprints on the walls and a little one tugging at my hemline.
Most of all, I want the gift God gave all of us. I do use my mothering muscle on friends, students, extended family members. I do love on them. But it is not the same as placing a baby in the arms of the father, marveling at this miracle of life.
Mother’s Day will be here soon. And while Moms should be celebrated every day, I will feel a slight twinge of jealousy. I could have had a career and also been in their company.
The inaugural issue of our monthly online publication will be available Good Friday, April 18, 2014. Look for the following features:
Cover Story: We flip the script and look at how Christians are counting on cinema to spread the faith, bolster belief. Hollywood has learned it can bank on The Bible at the box office. But it is Christians who are driving the marketing machine behind the latest spate of movies. Jesus is their leading man — a Hollywood super star.
The Message: An insightful column from a regular contributor. “Christ Catches a Case.” Arrested, tried, convicted and given the death penalty, He died to save humanity.
The Bible, Briefly: A look at some of the most often misquoted scriptures.
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The Mission of Mustard Media Ministry is to strengthen faith and build belief in the Word of God through creation of multimedia content presented in a contemporary context.
To make our work more accessible, content will be delivered by The Mustard Messenger, published monthly online and in limited hard copies. The website will feature “Mustard Moments,” audio/visual segments that will be podcast and will feature interviews on spiritual topics with leading thinkers.
Mustard Media Ministry is being launched on April 18th by Ira Alexander, a veteran journalist who wrote on religion for The Dallas Morning News and who is dedicated to living by The Word. This blog will provide the back story on spiritual issues of the day as discussed in the publication and on the site. Look for us; tell us what you think.
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