“True. I keep wondering about what Jesus is thinking when somebody disses his momma.”
Indeed! Or makes His earthly mother into an idol.
My aunt Elizabeth died one year ago last November. She was born with crossed eyes. She told me that one of her earliest memories was kneeling in front of her mother with her elbows on her mother's knees listening to her mother read to her from the BIble.
She became a nurse, married a WWII serviceman and had two fine boys.
She and I would have long conversations about Jesus. We were of different faiths - she being a Pentecostal and I am a Roman Catholic. However, that really didn't matter because we both loved Jesus with all our hearts.
She was a woman who never told a lie, never gossiped about others, was always ready to help all around her as she was able. When her pastor's wife died, my aunt organized women to clean and make dinner for him for six months.
I loved to sit and eat her fried okra and black-eyed peas and cornbread and banana pudding. She made the world's best sweet ice tea.
The world never knew her but her family and close friends did. She was a woman of solid virtue. She was humble and lived for others. I am blessed to have known and loved her.
That is how I feel about Mary, the mother of Jesus.