(Note: This blog entry is based on the text for “Who and Whose”, originally shared on May 8, 2026. It was the 412th video for our YouTube Channel, Streams of Living Water (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCB7KnYS1bpHKaL2OseQWCnw), co-produced with my wife, Rev. Sally Welch.)
What’s the
difference between knowing who we are and knowing whose we are? Today, we’re
going to find out.
There are lots of
factors, probably too many to measure, much less to know.
But, if you are
like most human beings, I’m guessing that a big chunk of the person you are
comes from your mother.
For some of us that
influence will not bring happy memories this coming Sunday. Mother’s Day will
not be a happy day, and we acknowledge that.
I’ve read, and
maybe you’ve seen it too, that the crime rate declines on Mother’s Day. It does
make sense but, it turns out, it’s not true. The crime rate doesn’t change,
except that there is a slight uptick in domestic violence. Let that one sink in
for a minute.
It’s a nearly
global holiday, usually held in the Spring, and generally highly
commercialized.
For most of us,
though, it will mean what we consider to be a strong relationship and/or
beloved memories and positive influences.
Do you remember when your mother gave
you birth? Does it matter if you remember, given that you are alive, active,
and healthy?
Do you remember when you were born again?
Does it matter if you remember, given that you are a child of God, spiritually
alive, active and healthy?
Today, we’re going to talk about who we are
and Whose we are.
Our mothers are often our first teachers and, in many places, are the
first evangelists that we know in life.
Paul writes to Timothy, a young pastor, about Timothy’s mother and
grandmother in his second letter to him, in 2 Timothy 1:5,
5 I am reminded of your sincere faith, a
faith that lived first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now,
I am sure, lives in you.
He
spells out how Timothy has experienced the witness of his mother and
grandmother a couple of chapters later in 2 Timothy 3:14-15,
14 But as for you, continue in what you
have learned and firmly believed, knowing from whom you learned it, 15 and
how from childhood you have known the sacred writings that are able to instruct
you for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus.
Many of us could tell similar stories about the mothers in our lives,
but not everyone. Some of us grew up without a mother but had people who served
as mothers, and sometimes that was their fathers. Some had mothers who were not
so loving. Some of us desperately wanted to be mothers but couldn’t. Some of us
no longer have their mothers and miss them.
All
those feelings about Mother’s Day are an expression of a deeply impactful and
meaningful relationship.
Jesus had a mother, and he loved her and provided for her. We don’t hear
about his “step-father” Joseph after approximately Jesus’13th
birthday. But when Jesus was on the cross, about 20 years later, near death,
and in unbelievable agony, his thoughts turn to his mother, in John 19:26-27,
26 When Jesus saw his mother and the
disciple whom he loved standing beside her, he said to his mother, “Woman, here
is your son.” 27 Then he said to the disciple,
“Here is your mother.” And from that hour the disciple took her into his own
home.
In that third of his seven last statements from the cross, Jesus
expresses responsibility and care for his mother, as her first-born son, and he
entrusts her to one of his disciples out of concern for her spiritual care, as
well as for her material security.
We love our mothers and care for them out of gratitude for all they have
done for us, but most especially because of the deeply bonded relationship we
share, both physically and spiritually.
That is the kind of relationship with which we love God. It forms us and
it contributes greatly to making us the kind of people we are.
But our relationship with God goes even deeper than our relationship
with our mother or our father. It makes us who we are at the level of our
truest selves, deeper than anyone can know but God.
A parent can do everything right and still be torn apart when their
children take the wrong paths.
All they can do is pray. But that’s not a small thing.
Augustine of Hippo, a city in North Africa, lived in the early centuries
of the Christian Church. He started out as a pagan, a womanizer, and a drunk.
His father had a violent temper. He was a hedonist, but his Christian mother,
Monica, didn’t give up on him.
She prayed for his conversion for 17 years and, in 387 A.D., he became a
Christian through the influence of his mother and St. Ambrose, Bishop of Milan.
Augustine went on to write some of the great works of Western
literature, still read today, like City of God and Confessions.
He was declared a saint: St. Augustine.
His mother was also declared a saint: St. Monica, or Santa Monica. You
might have heard of the local town named for her. 😊
A parent can love their child but not be able to make them new. That’s
why they pray for their children: because God can. And God does make people new
who receive Him.
And what happens to the prayers of the faithful? They do not go before
God alone. They are amplified by the Holy Spirit, as Paul describes what
happens to our prayers, in Romans 8:26-27,
26 Likewise the Spirit helps us in our
weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit
intercedes with sighs too deep for words. 27 And God, who
searches the heart, knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit
intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.
We see how that happens in the Gospel reading that will be shared
in the vast majority of churches throughout the world today, John 14:15-21.
It starts like this, in John 14:15-17,
15 “If you
love me, you will keep my commandments. 16 And I will ask the
Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. 17 This
is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees
him nor knows him. You know him, because he abides with you, and he will be in
you.
Who
we are comes from Whose we are, and our fundamentally re-forming
relationship comes not from our family, but from God. It’s a gift.
Jesus is speaking these words during the last supper, in what Bible
scholars call “The Farewell Discourse.” Jesus is saying, “Goodbye.” Literally.
The word “goodbye” is a contraction of the old English words, “God be
with ye”, in modern English “God be with you.” It was said as a prayer for
someone’s protection. This is what Jesus speaks about in this week’s Gospel
text.
Jesus is telling his disciples, including us that, if we keep his
commandments, God will send us “another Advocate”.
What is this “advocate” that he tells his disciples that he will
send? It’s the name given in some English speaking countries for a lawyer.
The English word “advocate” comes from the Latin words “ad” (to, toward)
and “vocare” (“to speak”). These words combined form the word “advocatus” meaning
“a pleader on one’s behalf”, like a lawyer.
That’s what Jesus promises that God will give us, and it happened with
the gift of the Holy Spirit on the Day of Pentecost, the birthday of the
Christian church.
What is the “Spirit of truth”
that Jesus says that God will send? Here’s where we get into another one of
those weird Trinity descriptions.
The Holy Spirit is the third person of the Holy Trinity, one undividable
God made known to us in Three Persons. Yet, here’s how Jesus describes himself
a few verses earlier, in John 14:6,
6 Jesus
said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the
Father except through me.
The truth is a person, not a proposition. It is the living
reality of God in Jesus Christ, revealed by the Holy Spirit.
And what does Jesus mean when he talks about obeying “my commandments”?
Jesus is at the same time fully God and fully human being. So,
his commandments include God’s religious moral law, the 613 laws in the Torah, the
10 commandments, all of Jesus’ teachings, and the new commandment that he is
giving us in these very moments of his Farewell Discourse, during this Last
Supper, the commandment to love one another as he has loved us.
And this “new commandment’ summarizes every other commandment
that Jesus speaks of as Jesus fulfills the religious Law with the Gospel, the
good news. He is telling us that what we do isn’t as important as why we do it,
that the root comes before the fruit. That being obedient is the natural
outcome of a loving, living relationship with God, not something we can do to
earn our way into heaven. We can’t. Who we are comes from Whose we are, and we
are now God’s people.
Jesus speaks about how that works in the conclusion to today’s Gospel
text, John 14:18-21,
18 “I will
not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. 19 In a little
while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you
also will live. 20 On that day you will know that I am in my
Father, and you in me, and I in you. 21 They who have my
commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be
loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.
We are not
orphaned, God is personally engaged with each person on the planet, as a loving
parent cares for their beloved child. God abides in you.
Sally and I and our
son and his girlfriend went to see one of my cousins, Pat Metheny, and his most
recent band play at the Walt Disney Concert Hall in L.A. this week. Afterward,
we went to the hall’s Green Room to meet him and the band members as we do
whenever he plays in town.
Pat is a revered
jazz guitarist. He has won 20 grammies, and in more different categories than
anyone ever, as well as numerous prestigious recognitions and awards.
We spoke with a guy
and his wife sitting in the audience next to us about Pat’s music, and about
how much they were looking forward to the concert. He told me that he himself
had played in a band, and he thought I had played in a band from the look of me
(Okay… 😊) but the noise as people were
taking their seats around us was too loud for me to hear the name of the band.
“What was the name of the band?,” I asked. Garbled. “What?”, I asked
again. “Three Dog Night,” he said.
I rocked back in
my seat and said, “Jeremiah was a bullfrog!” He said, “Yes he was!” The guy
played keyboards in the band at the height of their popularity. And he and his
wife were very fine people. And I’m sure there were many other luminaries in
that audience.
L.A. is an industry
town for Pat, so our visits afterwards are always brief, but there is some kind
of a quality of long connection in them that only comes with family.
Our mothers were only-sisters. My mother died first, but when my aunt
died, and another of her sons, another of my cousins, was going through her
papers, he found something that he thought I would like. It was a letter from
my mom to her sister, my aunt, that started “Great news!” The great news in
that letter was of her happiness that she was expecting her first child. Me.
Can you imagine what a great gift that was to me?
I’ll be thinking about the love of my mother for all her children this
coming Sunday on Mother’s Day, but I’ll be thinking in particular about my
mother’s bedroom set fund.
My mom had a beautiful coloratura soprano voice. She sang regularly at
church.
She was also one of the go-to soloists in our town for weddings and
funerals.
Whenever she received an honorarium for singing, the money went into her
bedroom set fund. She taught voice lessons in our home. Everything she received
for teaching went into that bedroom set fund, too. Her goal, her dream, was to
buy a new bedroom set for her and our dad.
But, whenever any of us kids had some need that wasn’t in the budget,
from jeans to college tuition, it came out of that fund. No questions and
without hesitation.
She finally was able to buy that bedroom set, but it wasn’t until I was
in college. I learned a lot about love and sacrifice from my mother.
My wife, Rev. Sally Welch had a wonderful mother, and Sally has been a
wonderful mother to our son and has made innumerable sacrifices out of love
along the way. I have learned a lot about love and sacrifice from her, too.
These actions, that are not done out of self-interest, but sacrificially
for the sake of others, are what define our lives as Christians.
It’s been said that your character as a person is what you do when there
is no reward for doing the right thing and no punishment for doing the wrong
thing.
This is what Jesus says in this description of the Christian life at the
end of this week’s Gospel reading, in John 14:21, 21 They who
have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me
will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.
Our character is shaped by God. Specifically, by the love of God, at
work within us.
That’s why we celebrate Mother’s Day. It’s part of keeping the Fourth Commandment:
Honor your father and your mother.
Have you ever seen art showing the ten commandments, looking a lot like
McDonald’s golden arches logo? 😊
If you’ve ever looked closely at the traditional art showing Moses
holding the 10 commandments, you might have noticed something odd. God gave the
commandments on two stone tablets, arched at the top, but the commandments are
not represented with five on each tablet.
Instead,
you’ll usually see the numbers 1-3 on the tablet to the left, and the numbers
4-10 on the tablet to the right.
Why? Because the first three commandments have to do with our
relationship with God, and the remaining seven have to do with our
relationships with one another.
And The Fourth Commandment, the very first commandment in that second
group is:
“Honor your father and your mother.”
Martin Luther, the 16th century Church reformer, describes
the meaning of this commandment in this way, “We are to fear (note: respect)
and love God, so that we neither despise nor anger our parents and others in
authority, but instead honor, serve, obey, love, and respect them.” So, honor
your mother today.
Don’t be like the family that saw their mother get up from dinner, pick
up some plates, and head right to the kitchen sink.
“Oh, no, no,” they said. “Don’t do that. This is your day, mom.
Relax. Take it easy,” they said. “Just leave them there. You can do them
tomorrow.”
Don’t do that. Honor your mother. It’s a commandment. It’s not a suggestion.
And by doing so, you will be honoring God, who is at work within you, teaching
you to love sacrificially.
I’ve heard it proposed that our mothers should not only be celebrated on
Mother’s Day, but that they should also be celebrated on their children’s
birthdays.
When a woman is expecting the birth of a child it’s fashionable today
for a couple to say, “We’re pregnant”. Well, OK, I get that, it encourages the
dad to feel involved in the process, but, “Really?”. You know who is going to
be going through what here.
So, it’s been proposed that birthdays should primarily be a celebration
for the mother. I mean, she did do the work, or should I say “labor”. There is
nothing that we did to get born. 😊
It’s our mother’s delivery.
And there is nothing that can do to be delivered and reconciled to God.
We thank God each day for our mothers and that we were born.
We thank God each day for himself, for Jesus Christ our Savior, who gave
his life to deliver us from sin, death, and the power of all the forces that
defy God, to put us right with God in Jesus Christ, who said “The Father and I
are one,” so that we, mothers and children together, can be born again,
made a new creation, given the power to become children of God, the gift to all
who receive Him, who believe in his name!
We know who we are because we know whose we are at the cross where Jesus
Christ gave his life for us and in three days took it back again.
Christ is Risen! Christ is Risen, Indeed! Alleluia!


