In the room of a priest, Fr Mary John of Quilon diocese, only a photo of his mother who died recently was found. I asked him, “Why, there is no photo of Jesus or your father.?” He replied, “In the photo of my mother, there Jesus and my father.” He wiped his tears during his answer. He spoke his meditative insights,
"What I am today is because of my mother.
After the death of my father, my mother became my father and mother.
They are still with me.
They still give me strength.
They interceed for me.
They are in heaven with God." -Fr Mary John
A reflection on his words:
For Fr. Mary John, his mother was not just a parent. She was his first Bible, his first Church, his first image of God.
When his father died, she did not let the family die. She became father and mother. In her sacrifice, he saw the Father's providence. In her tenderness, he saw the Motherhood of God. In her suffering and silent love, he saw Jesus.
That is why one photo was enough for him. Because when love is true, one face can contain heaven.
Every mother who loves like that becomes a living icon - we see in her the face of God who never abandons us, and we see the communion of saints who continue to intercede for us even after death.
As Scripture says, "Honour your father and your mother, so that you may live long." - Exodus 20:12
And Jesus himself, even on the Cross, did not forget his mother.
Fr. Mary John's tears were not just tears of missing. They were tears of gratitude. Of faith. Of a son who knows his roots are still holding him, praying for him from heaven.






