Give Praise to Our Mothers

My mother’s passing was the biggest lost in my life. Not only did she bring me to this world, but she was the mentor who brought me to know Jesus. Our family came from a Buddhist background. But when my father passed away the year I was five, our family became agnostic. I remembered when I was eight years old, I asked my mother out of curiosity about the beautiful singing coming from a nearby Christian school. She simply told me, “They believe in Jesus. This Jesus died on the cross for all mankind.”

Later I enrolled into a Christian school and joined a fellowship. For three years, I applied every year to be baptized but for some reason was not invited. However one day when my mother got ill and was admitted into a Catholic hospital, a priest invited me to join the catechism class.

After I was baptized, a pastor who often came to our house to offer the Eucharist to my mother asked me to join the altar boy society at his church. Thereafter, I started my habit of going to mass everyday and the seed of vocation began to sprout.

When one day I ask for my mother’s permission to enter the convent, she only thought for a moment and then said to me: “If you think you will be happy, you can enter the convent.” Then a large teardrop came down from the corner of her eye. I know that was because she would miss me when I enter the convent; nevertheless she had much expectation for me. A mother’s love is so great!