Honor Her

Soon we observe a day to recognize a certain type of person. To many they are heroes; in some cases villains. These people have shaped nations and destroyed monsters.

They have clothed the naked—even when the naked preferred to stay that way—and fed the hungry despite protests about the character of the food. They have lifted up those who have fallen and cried with those who weep. They have comforted, counseled and provided almost magical-type healing.

They have sacrificed; time, energy, money and their own bodies. Many times with little to no thought of recognition or reward.

They have tried. They have tried and tried and tried to provide nurture, nutrition, structure, stability and smiles. They did not always succeed. Many had moments of failure—or at least moments they felt like failures. But they kept trying.

There are many kinds. Biological, adopted, foster, step and friend. They are mentors, co-workers, neighbors, idols and chance encounters.

Their purpose is self-defeating. They are to raise up others to ultimately leave and function without them.

Their job is never done. They are on-call every minute of every day of their lives. Even in death, people still try to call on them to serve and provide guidance.

This Sunday, do not just say “thank you.” That's what you say to the person who delivers your pizza.

Honor her. Honor the people who, regardless if she gave you life, has shaped your life. Honor in word, honor in thought, honor in deed.

If you're not sure how, you can start by washing the dishes.

Jana Mathia

Gazette Reporter