A day to remember Mom. Seems a bit odd that we would need a day to remember. If God tarries and another hundred years go by, will she still be remembered? Probably not, for such is the bitterness of fallen mankind.
But there is a hope of a future where no one is forgotten, and life is not pointless. As Paul wrote, If we have misplaced our hope, then we are the most to be pitied.
So goes my thoughts on this day we set aside to remember mother. Yeah. I remember mother. And she remembered her mother. And her mother remembered her mother.
And so the sun rises, and the sun sets. Another day tics by as old Chronos marches by backwards. And time is forgotten in time.
But in eternity, nothing is forgotten.