


Sunday is Mother’s Day. Most of us are sending flowers or purchasing gifts, visiting, or at least sending cards to our mothers. I’m sending a card, and then taking gifts when I visit her next Tuesday, two days after the actual day, but en route to New Orleans and Gulf Shores for a medical meeting and then a vacation with my husband and daughter. I’m thinking of how much time and care went into the choice of my mother’s assisted living home when she could no longer live alone. I asked her to come live with us in Memphis, but she wanted to stay in Jackson, so I honored her wishes. But I entrusted her care to the people at Ridgeland Pointe after touring several facilities and interviewing lots of people, because I love her.
Imagine how much greater Jesus’ love for His Mother is. And he entrusted her care to John. This is the same John who said, “Little children, love one another.” His words were inscribed on the inside of our wedding bands in 1970: “We love because He first loved us.”
When John was over one hundred years old, he asked his disciples to dig him a grave and bury him alive. Later, when others heard of this, they dug up the grave and John was gone. The sick were healed there by a fragrant dust that the grave produced once each year. This is the miracle we celebrate today.
When Father John visited Patmos a few years ago, he brought me back an icon of Saint John, a print that was mounted on an old piece of wood. While we were in Greece, we saw the original of that icon, in the monastery museum. Between these two experiences, I used the icon as the prototype for one that I painted at a workshop in Pennsylvania. Here’s the work in progress, and finally completed. It was the first icon that I
wrote using an original drawing, rather than tracing the prototype. I think the process of drawing (albeit copying the original) helped me get to know the saint’s features better, enabling a more enlightened end result. I hope it blesses you
as I share the icon here.
Holy Apostle John, pray to God for us!
And here’s a BIG P.S…. just before posting, I received a phone call from Jason in Denver… he and See officially tied the knot today. May God grant them many years! (If you didn’t read about their engagement, scroll down to
Tuesday’s post.) What an awesome Mother’s Day gift! They’ll be planning a traditional Hmong wedding celebration in Denver in the coming months, and we can’t wait to welcome Jason and See
Cushman (wow!) to Memphis for an old-fashioned “Meet and Greet!” If you’d like to send your congrats, contact me via email for their email and snail mail addresses: susanmaryecushman@yahoo.com.
Holy Apostle John, pray to God for us!
And here’s a BIG P.S…. just before posting, I received a phone call from Jason in Denver… he and See officially tied the knot today. May God grant them many years! (If you didn’t read about their engagement, scroll down to
2 comments:
What a beautiful thought at this upcoming Mother's Day... Jesus thinking of His mother and entrusting her care to John.
And, congratulations to Jason and See!
Congratulations! Now you have another daughter!
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