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“God is Love and so that we might
have some idea of this love, He
placed a share of His Love in the
heart of a Mother! e heart of a
mother filled with unwavering
tenderness, the constancy of her
solicitude, the inexhaustible
delicacy of her affeion is truly a
divine creation, although God has
placed in her only a spark of His
Love for us.” Dom Marmion
‘MOTHER’ - What courage, noble
affection, mighty achievement has not
the word and the thought inspired!
They carry a memory and a force that
strongly influence every man at every
moment of his life. Who can tell what
changes in the course of history are
traceable to this quiet power operating
behind all the exterior turmoil of greed
and strife? Let an individual break
from the gentle rule of this ideal, let a
nation fail to revere it as it deserves, and
both, the one and the other, will come
to a ruin that is dismal and complete!
In Kansas City, you will find a statue
of the Pioneer Mother. The sculptor
has impressed strong loveliness on
that face turned patiently toward the
hardships of the unknown frontier. Her
arms are folded around the sleeping
infant pressed to her heart. Mounted
sidesaddle on a horse followed by the
covered wagon, this homemaker of the
West compels the highest esteem and
reverence. Every line of her features
and figure show forth the virtues of
motherhood: patience, fortitude, courage
and love for the little one she clasps to
her heart.
Many are the master geniuses of fine
art, music and achievement, yet not
one of them is a woman. Would not
each one tell us of a masterpiece to
which none of them could lay claim:
an epic, a symphony, a temple too grand
for any of them to produce? They
would speak of their childhood and
their home. They would tell of all the
affection and inspiration flowing from
the blessed influence that had sweetly
governed their lives and their work.
With great reverence, they would utter
the word, Mother.
A good start in life is half the battle.
Sir Thomas Lipton was a seaman of the
seven seas. In his autobiography, he
shared that whatever he was, whatever
he possessed, whatever he had done
was due to the little Irish lady from
Clones in Ulster, who was his guiding
star and, by the light of that star, he
steered his vessel through the life
that God had given him.
S
tatesmen, generals and financiers
make empires and fight wars. They puff
with pride and scratch their names
on the roll of famous people of history.
To release the passions of hate, lust
and greed, to amass wealth and work
injustice and defy all moral law is an