“There is little in life so reassuring as a genuine welcome.”–Robin Hobb
Country Roads ⛰️
The sun was sighing its light in surrender to the day as our vehicle threaded through the twists and turns of the mountainous route of US 219 beyond the town of Marlinton, WV. John, my husband, and I were heading home after attending a beautiful wedding in St. Bernard’s Chapel on top of a mountain in Snowshoe Mountain Resort. The road was mostly abandoned and the scenery was miles of iconic rural farm pastures framed by ancient mountains.
Bales of hay were in the fields. Abandoned homesteads that whispered of once large families were slouching in the stiff breeze here and there. Cows of fading earth tones grazed about pastures nonplussed as we passed by. Deer dotted the brown fields foraging for food, but no signs of human life along this section of rural road.
As we rounded a sharp bend of yet more pasture, there stood a church on the left side of the road. It was an aging one-level, white-wash wooden church with two entry doors, reflecting that practice of men sitting on one side with women and children entering and sitting on the other. In front of the church, clearly visible for cars passing by to read, was a white sign for which you could attach and rearrange black letters. The top line read, “Mary’s Church,” and the bottom line stated, “Everyone is welcome.”
Mary’s Church: Everyone is Welcome ⛪️
There was no obvious community near this church, and yet, it stood by the road as a welcome to “everyone.” The thin winter sunset bathed the church in a peachy-pink glow, giving it an ethereal, but inviting look. Had it been earlier in the day, it would have been one of those places I might have asked John to pull off the road, so I could walk around it and take pictures. Unfortunately, time and daylight was not on my side, yet the image of that church left an impression–especially the line “Everyone is welcome.”
I began to contemplate the church and its sign within the context of the Biblical story of Mary, mother of Jesus. I began to ponder the words, “Everyone is welcome,” within the circumstances of being a mother. And that is when it hit me: Welcoming all with a mother’s love.
For the sake of my point, I am focusing on the concept of mother at its most ideal state. As a mom, I have certainly made hundreds, if not thousands, of mistakes and errors in parenting, but at my heart, at my highest self, I unequivocally love my child. And, that is the love for which I am writing.
A Mother’s Love 👩🍼
As a general practice, a mother will wash, feed, clothe, and comfort a child in need. Mothers celebrate their child’s joys, and cry with their child at their sorrows. When a mother sees a child enter her home, she smiles and welcomes them in an embrace. If a child calls, a mother answers the call.
A mother is willing to meet her child where they are, provide a loving space for that child to express their individuality, but she will also gently nudge and nurture her child along an honorable path of living. A mother will pray and hope for the best for her child, but love the child no matter what. Even if there are times in the relationship when a mother may not agree with the child’s choices, the mother looks beyond that choice, sees the child inside, and still loves the child.
Mary’s Church. Everyone is welcome. As the Christmas story goes, at the birth of Christ, Mary had to accept many challenging realities with regards to her child. Within the first year of her son’s birth, Mary had to welcome foreign men who traveled from another country. These men probably spoke a different language, dressed and looked differently, and may have even had different faith backgrounds than Mary and her husband, Joseph. Nonetheless, Mary welcomed them.
A Mother’s Concern 😧
Later, Mary had to accept her son’s precocious nature as he wandered away from his parents in order to hang out with the teachers of the temple. Can you imagine her worry during those three days? God gave her one job. Raise a kid to bring good news to the world, and she lost him? Imagine how relieved she must have been to find him, even if he didn’t stay close to his parents as he was most likely directed to do. She had to love him enough to welcome his behavior as part of the process of his development.
Consider her anxiety, when years later, rumors and gossip circulated about her son losing his temper–as young men often do–at temple. She must have felt a knot in her stomach as gossip focused solely on Jesus’ actions–publically shouting and up-turning tables of money changers. As I put myself in her mom’s shoes, I would have been thinking such thoughts as: He could have been hurt. Worse yet, he could have been killed. What was he thinking? Nonetheless, for better or worse, Mary still loved him.
Later, as his reputation grew, I can envision the suggestive stories Mary had to hear, full of implications and imputations, that her son was hanging out with a wide-array of so-called “low-lifes.” Still, I am certain that Mary’s love never waivered. She would have always welcomed her son, along with any of his new acquaintances–no matter their background–into her home because that is what mothers do.
A Mother’s Welcome 🫂
As Jesus continued his travels between Galilee and Judea, continuing to mix with people from all walks of life, Mary, I am confident, still loved and accepted him. If Jesus, or anyone with him, was dirty, poorly clothed, hungry, or wearing sandals worn thin from the road, I also believe as a mother, she would have welcomed him and any traveling companions into her home, offering what comforts she could provide.
Mary must have marveled at her son’s charismatic ability to interact with people of all walks of life. She loved her son through it all–even watching him die a cruel, inhumane death. Mary accepted and fulfilled her role as Christ’s mother, and loved him fiercely. This familial love (including Joseph), provided a solid foundation for Jesus’ role as an evangelizer of hope and love to “everyone”.
“Everyone’s welcome. Nobody’s perfect. Anything’s possible.” This popular quote best sums up not only how I view the role of Mary as a mother, but also the impression I had driving past “Mary’s Church” where “Everyone is welcome.”
All are WElcome ♥️
In a world full of discord, dissension, and division, it is worth remembering Mary’s love and Christ’s example. Everyone should be welcome. None of us are perfect, but anything is possible through listening and love. Yes, I am writing in the ideal, and yes, I took imaginative liberties in my writing, but isn’t that what the stories of the New Testament are trying to teach us-–All are welcome.
Be a mother: Meet people where they are. Listen. Learn. Love.