A reflection shared from parishioner and friend, Sandy Spencer.Sandy spent 25 years as a Missionary in Guatemala. Friends, this is a Mother's Day story. This story comes back to my memory because it is Mother's Day. With a special heart, mothers come to know that community and belonging are a right for every human being. The nurturing, life-giving quality of LOVE is not biologically, nationally, or racially determined. Mothers know this from their hearts. This Mother's Day, I go back in memory to Guatemala. I remember Bonifacio Coz. He was five months old when his tuberculous grandfather hobbled into the clinic with him. Bonifacio's mother died – maybe a week before. The father was in the army. Boni weighed 3½ pounds. He did not look human. The fight for life in this little person was incredible. Every two hours, 1½ ounces of milk – after every feeding – vomiting – diarrhea. And yet – he lived. A young Indian mother whose own child was very ill was watching Bonifacio. After two days she said,“That little boy is hungry for more than milk from a bottle. He needs to feel a heart that beats with his own.” “What do you want to do?” “I want to give him my own breast to feed from; I want his hand to… Continue reading A Mother’s Heart
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