Eat pork or die, the king said. Mother of seven had a response.

A mother’s advice . . .

Dominus Vobiscum: Notes from a massgoer's underground

Tomorrow’s first reading, from Second Maccabees 7:

22 She said to them: I know not how you were formed in my womb: for I neither gave you breath, nor soul, nor life, neither did I frame the limbs of every one of you.

23 But the Creator of the world, that formed the nativity of man, and that found out the origin of all, he will restore to you again in his mercy, both breath and life, as now you despise yourselves for the sake of his laws.

The king asked her to talk to him about his refusal. She said she would.

27 So bending herself towards him, mocking the cruel tyrant, she said in her own language: My son, have pity upon me, that bore thee nine months in my womb, and gave thee suck three years, and nourished thee, and brought thee up unto this age.

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