In the name God; Creator, Redeemer, Sanctifier. Amen.
It never ceases to amaze me how arrogant we all can be. Today is Mothering Sunday, and wouldn't you know the male dominated people who create the rules by which we live, even in Church worship across the road, have chosen, on this day, a day that at least gives a token nod to motherhood or, as we would say in the United States: Motherhood, the Flag and Apple Pie, is a day when they appoint for the Gospel the story of the Forgiving Father, The Prodigal Son and rather jealous Son - three males. So on the day designated as the one that we look to mothers, we have the story of three men. I suppose we are to think the mother was probably inside the house cooking the fatted calf.
The New Yorker magazine had a cartoon recently. A couple was descending the steps of a church after Sunday services. The husband was pondering the sermon and finally turned to his wife and said; “how can I love my neighbour, when I don’t even like him?” this sounds like a familiar dilemma to me.