Moms & Prayer

Long ago and far away (from where I sit), women traditionally took on the role of raising children. Key components in nurturing were education and religion. The accomplishment and dignity of a mother’s job well done has been the foundation of sustainable family, community, nation…and personal self-esteem.

Jan Met, better known as Mrs. Met, has raised three children. Did she, deeply committed to her career in the classic American sport of baseball, teach them to pray? Take a peek at this post’s photo – that forefinger pointing upstairs may be a signal  that, yes, she did.

Just around the time of the founding of the Knickerbocker Baseball Club in 1845, a passion for spreading ‘useful knowledge’ (educating the masses) in the world’s new era of industrialization took hold; an 1847 version of Archbishop Francois Fenelon’s ‘Treatise on the Education of Daughters’ was published in the United States, including a chapter called ‘On Religious Studies.’ ‘Indirect Instructions,’ another chapter on teaching methods, highlights the many ways children may learn better or best through modeling, experience, example, observation, etc., instead of by direct lecture.

What’s old is new again. Coinciding with Mother’s Day this weekend, a modern-era Montclair, New Jersey woman running for congress put her ‘mom’ credentials in front of her USNA degree, Sea Hawk helicopter pilot and federal prosecutor experience. Someone has to do those old-fashioned jobs, like raising children, teaching positive disciplines and modeling ‘can-do’ behavior, just as Steve Odell’s mom modeled for him in 1962:

My mother is pretty religious. She prays to St. Jude, The Patron Saint of Lost Causes. In the Mets first season, she wrote a letter to them saying that she was praying to St. Jude for them. The Mets were horrible in 1962 and basically set the record for futility, so every time they won a game, she threw a dollar in a jar. At the end of the season, she mailed the money to the St. Jude Foundation…a 20-buck bonanza for Danny Thomas.

The Mets liked my mother’s letter, and they sent us complimentary seats. We celebrated my seventh birthday, on July 6, 1963, at Shea Stadium. It was my first major league baseball game. In 1963, the Mets were a little bit better but not much. I was already a Mets fan, though. That we went on my birthday as invited guests certainly anchored my fandom. – ‘For Mets Fans Only’ by Rich Wolfe

For moms, mom-types and mom mascots, praying, modeling prayer & keeping a positive attitude is just all in a day’s work :). The rewards are great. Happy Mother’s Day, every day!

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-Maureen Edelson, Creator, Pray4Mets

Montclair, New Jersey

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A St. Jude Novena (from the Catholic tradition): Most holy Apostle, St. Jude, faithful servant and friend of Jesus,  the Church honors and invokes you universally, as the patron of difficult  cases, of things almost despaired of, Pray for me, I am so helpless and alone.
Intercede with God for me that He bring visible and speedy help where help is  almost despaired of. Come to my assistance in this great need that I may receive  the consolation and help of heaven in all my necessities, tribulations, and  sufferings, particularly the success, health and wisdom of the Mets this season, and that I may praise the Lord with you and all the saints, including St. Tom and St. Mike, forever. I promise, O Blessed St. Jude, to be  ever mindful of this great favor granted me by God and to always honor you as  my special and powerful patron, and to gratefully encourage devotion to you.









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