Chapter 27 a widow of galilee

My son is my heart, my only son.He farmed our own fields, and would have been content with life had it not been for the man named Jesus who spoke in front of the crowd. Then my son suddenly changed, and his spirit seemed to be possessed by a strange and harmful spirit. He left his fields and gardens, and even I.He became a worthless man, a prodigal son of the highway. This Nazarene is a wicked man.Which kind person would separate his son from his mother? The last words my son said to me were: "I am going to the North Kingdom with one of his apostles. I built my life on the Nazarene.You gave birth to me, so I am grateful to you.But I have to go.Didn't I just leave our family's fertile land and all the gold and silver treasures to you?I took only this suit and a stick. "

My son said this and broke up with me. Now, the Romans and the priests caught Jesus and pinned him to death.They did a great job. A man who separates mother and child is not a god-worshipper. A man who sends our children to a foreign city cannot be our friend. I know my son is not coming back, I can see it in his eyes.That's why I hate this Jesus of Nazareth who left me alone with this uncultivated field and this barren garden. I also hate all who glorify him. Not long ago, people told me that Jesus said, "Those who listen to my voice and follow me are my father, mother, and brother."

Why should a son leave his mother and follow in his footsteps? Why does my son forget my breasts and drink from a spring he has never tasted?Why would you leave my warm embrace and go to the cold and unfriendly north? Alas, I hate this Nazarene, I will hate him all my life, because he has taken my heart, my only son.