Sermon: Mothering Sunday, 31 March 2019, St John the Divine

When my own mum was still alive, I used to scour the shops for a card which celebrated Mothering Sunday rather than its relatively new incarnation, Mother’s Day.  Today was never meant to be solely about mothers; its original meaning was more about mothering. The day itself grew out of the medieval tradition of visiting the mother-church and taking an offering for presentation at the altar there. The fact that this was done at the mid-point of Lent made it something of a break in the penitential season: Midlenting Day,as it was called, was a special day-off.  It was also known as Refreshment Sunday,or Laetare Sunday, from the Latin for ‘rejoice’.  This finds its origins in the first few words of the Latin entrance for the Mass of the day – Laetare Jerusalem, based on Isaiah 66, Rejoice, O Jerusalem.  It was only in Victorian times that the day developed into the custom of sons and daughters who lived and worked away from home visiting their families for the day, and bringing small gifts for their mothers.

So, today is a unique day in the year to give thanks for mothering itself, perhaps for ‘Mother Church’, and also for our own mothers.  But we have to acknowledge this is a day on which some people find coming to church at all very difficult.  For some women – and men, too – this day underlines their silent, personal griefs and sorrows. Quiet tears will be shed by many on this day: tears for children who have died, tears for children who have rejected their parents, tears for the relationships that never happened, tears for the children that never were.  There will also be tears for mothers who have loved and been loved and are sorely missed, no matter how many years may have gone by.  There might also be tears for some mothers who have may have loved too much, and for others who have not loved at all. All in all, a day of mixed emotions.  Which brings us to today’s Gospel reading, providing a counterbalance against the risk of over-sentimentalising this day.  

Mary, Jesus’ mother, is often submerged by centuries of church tradition that can too easily overlook the fact she was a teenage girl, pregnant before her marriage; forced onto a long journey on the back of a donkey in the last stages of that pregnancy; compelled to flee with her betrothed and the baby as refugees to a foreign land.  Hardly the stuff of flowers and chocolates. And it is only a few short weeks ago we celebrated Candlemas and heard the old prophet Simeon tell Mary that a sword would come to pierce her heart, a prophecy tragically fulfilled on that first Good Friday as Mary waited at the foot of the Cross and watched the agony of her dying son. Surely this is where the iconic nature of Mary finds its truest expression, and her mother’s love becomes an icon for all our loving. She teaches us that love is vulnerable, that it suffers, that it takes risks. If we didn’t love, if we couldn’t love, then those painful realities that upset the equilibrium of our lives – rows, sickness, death, loss, broken relationships – all these would matter far less to us. But we do love, and so they hurt acutely.

Mothering Sunday, placed so near to Holy Week, reminds us that a relationship, any relationship, without pain is likely to be a relationship without love. In fact, if we love, then we put ourselves in the very path of pain and suffering. To love is to put yourself at risk, and your heart will sometimes be wrung out, sometimes broken. But we can’t wish it any other way, for we are made in the image of a God of love, and love, real love, costs.  It is a very expensive commodity, and sometimes we may have to pay for it with the currency of our tears.

We who have hindsight, we who live this side of the first Easter, know that the Cross, paradoxically, proved to be the place of victory, and that after the apparent defeat of death came the flowering of new life.  So, if we want resurrection, if we want new life in our own lives and our relationships, then we must be prepared for the way of the Cross, because resurrection by definition can come only by way of risk, pain and suffering, which is what the Cross represents. The love of Jesus and the love of Mary both teach us that the only sort of loving and the only sort of living worth having are those which will take risks, which will place themselves in the path of suffering, which will face piercing – even to the heart.

Mothering Sunday is a day to honour and celebrate all those who have provided mothering – in its widest sense – in our lives.  Even those people who may have had difficult relationships with their own mothers will nonetheless know those people – both women and men, and children – who have been their companions, who have influenced, supported, nourished and guided them in their lives.  Today’s very brief gospel brings together the themes of mothering and the passion of Jesus.  It is an intensely moving episode as Jesus hangs on the cross, his mother and John, the beloved disciple, close by.  John is the only male figure mentioned here; all the rest are women.  The supposedly strong people – the men – had deserted him, and he was left with a small group of grieving women who, despite the awfulness of what they were witnessing, remained steadfast and faithful to the end.  We can scarcely comprehend the emotional and psychological pain Mary must have felt as her son died before her eyes.  Jesus takes this moment of agony to say something profoundly important.   To his mother he says, ‘Here is your son’, and to his close friend, ‘Here is your mother’.  In other words, you now have a responsibility to nourish and care for one another if you are to try to be my followers.  What binds Jesus’s followers together more than just blood ties is the recognition of one another’s humanity and the need both to give and to receive love.  This is a whole new way of relating to one another and it finds its origin and expression in the God whose very nature is love. 

About Revd Neil Summers

Revd Neil Summers served as a non-stipendiary minister in the Team between 2000 and 2014, whilst continuing his work as a lecturer in further and adult education. In October 2014, he was licensed as full-time Team Vicar of St John the Divine. He has particular interests in the literary and poetic aspects of scripture and theology, the rational case for faith and belief in an increasingly secular culture and the strengthening of links between the local church and the community in which is it set. Among his spare time pursuits are travel, literature, theatre, dance (only as a spectator!) cycling, singing in a local community choir, and gardening.
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