Mothers Love...A Reflection Of Gods Love! The Parable of the Prodigal Son...(I beg your indulgence, dear friends, for my version of this story...I assure you, however, that its essence is not lost)...tells us about a younger of two sons who approached his father one day and asked for his inheritance. Deeply hurt and with a heavy heart, the father gave-in to his sons demand...he gave the inheritance that his son asked for. Now, with a bagful of money in his possession, the son went to a distant place where merriment seemed to never end and instant friends abound. For days and days, the son wined and dined with his friends and spent his money on things that gave him fleeting satisfaction but which never filled the void inside of him. Meanwhile, back at home since the day the son left, the father without fail sat on their porch every afternoon until dusk...eyes gazed on the road far ahead...waiting and hoping...hoping and waiting to see his son walk back home one day. Alas, the day came when the son had spent his last penny...deserted by his friends and having had to experience intense hunger...came to his senses and decided to go back home. And while on the way, he prepared his act of contrition. It was now late in the afternoon that day when the father, seeing a very familiar figure from afar, came running down the road and embraced his lost son so tight...perhaps, his tightest embrace of his son ever...and kissed him over and over again while tears flowed down his (fathers) cheeks. This happened with the son barely uttering his act of contrition. And this was not all, the grandest feast ever that their barrio had witnessed was held to celebrate the coming home of the prodigal son...the son who was dead and has come to life again; who was lost, and has been found. I, too, did some sort of the prodigal son act. I, together with a neighbor, ran away from home in 1972 when I was just 14. While the reason for my leaving home was very much unlike the story of the prodigal son, the consequences of that action was very similar. It brought my Mama extreme emotional pain...days of anxiety...sleepless nights...and more. For mothers...can there be a more painful thing than losing her child? Children can keep on doing foolish things that may cause their parents so much pain, but parents, especially mothers, will endure all these and continue to love their children...unconditionally! Our bus trip from Gensan to Davao city took about 8 hours...for back then, the road was generally rough and the original route, which was via Makilala, was much longer than via Malungon now. We stayed in Davao for 2 to 3 days before my friend and I proceeded to a place somewhere in Mawab which is further north of Davao city. The road was worse, long and winding and most stretches were uninhabited. After about 5 to 6 hours of travel, we reached our destination...a mine site (no longer in operation at that time) located at the foot of a mountain...it was a dead end. How did I get here?...I recall mumbling to myself. Looking back, I thought that for strangers it would be next to impossible to get to that mine site...but not for mothers. I could not recall anymore how long exactly I was away from home...4 weeks...maybe more. One day at about mid-morning, I saw a very familiar figure alighted from a vehicle...it was Mama...and when she saw me, she immediately rushed towards me...embraced me so tight, the tightest embrace ever that I experienced in my life...she kissed me again and again and she cried a lot. Mamas unconditional love transformed me and her memories will continue to transform me. Yes, I still falter and stumble at times but every time I think of Mama, it never fails to inspire me to try to be the best son that I could be. Such is the influence of Mama to me...the influence of her great love for me. Friends, just as Gods unconditional love transforms us...so does our mothers love!
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 14:40:49 +0000
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