Sermon by Pastor Patrick Fish
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Before we dive into the powerful prayer that Jesus lifts up on our behalf, I want to say again, “Happy Mother’s Day!” Thank you to all our St. Mark’s women who nurture and provide an example of how to live a life of friendship, compassion, and generosity.
My mom is an absolute saint. My wife has carried on that title. I think that’s what moms are: saints. Angels sent by God who have the patience, endurance, and strength to help mold our young people. Who somehow put up with all the mess with grace and love.
In light of that, I want to share a story.
Little Patrick was a naughty little boy who, as it happened, wanted a bicycle more than anything else in the world. When he asked his mother for one, she told him that he could have a bike only if he learned to behave himself, which he promptly promised to do.
After a week of trying to behave, little Patrick found it next to impossible. Trying to be helpful, his saint of a mother suggested, “Maybe if you write a little note to Jesus, you’ll find it easier to be good.”
The little guy agreed to try and, rushing upstairs, he flopped down on his bed, pencil in hand.
“Dear Jesus, if you let me have a bike, I promise to be good for the rest of my life.”
Realizing that he could never do that, little Patrick crumbled the paper and started anew.
“Dear Jesus, if you let me have a bike, I promise to be good for a whole month.”
Realizing that was even beyond him, Patrick decided not to start again.
Instead, he ran into his parent’s room, went to his mother’s dresser, removed her statue of the Holy Mother, closed it in a shoebox, and hid the shoebox under his bed.Hopping onto his bed, Patrick returned to his pad and pencil.
“Dear Jesus, if you ever want to see your mother again…”