A long time ago, so I have been told, two mothers once met, on streets paved with gold.
"By the stars on your crown,...." said the one to the other, "I see that on earth, you too were a mother. And by the blue tinted halo you wear....you too have known sorrow, and deepest despair!"
"Ah, yes..." she replied, "I once had a son, a sweet little lad full of laughter and fun...
but..... tell of your child...."
"Oh, I knew I was blessed from the moment I first held him close to my breast and my heart
almost burst with joy....on that day...."
"Ah, yes..." said the other...."I felt the same way..."
The former continued..."The first steps he took, so eager and breathless.... the sweet startled look which came over his face....he trusted me so..."
"Ah yes...." said the other...."How well do I know..."
"But soon he had grown to a tall handsome boy, so stalward and kind and it gave me so much joy
to have him just walk down the street by my side..."
"Ah yes, " said the other, 'I felt the same pride..."
"How often I shielded and spared him from pain, and when he for others so cruelly was slain.
When they crucified him....and spat in his face...how gladly would I have hung there in his place!"
A moment of silence......"Oh...then you are she.....the mother of Christ...." and she fell on one knee!
But Mary raised her up, drawing her near, and kissed from the cheek of the woman a tear!
"Tell me the name of the son you love so... that I may share with your grief and your woe?"
She lifted her eyes looking straight at the other....
"He was Judas Iscariot........I am his mother...."
Bless you all...