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Date(s) - 03/08/2022
6:45 pm - 8:00 pm


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The Mustard Seed

This week we explore the parable of Kisa Gotami and the Mustard Seed.

What would life be like 2500 years ago being a young women / girl waiting to be wed, to fulfill her cultural duty as a woman. Her status depends on what caste she is born into and whom she might marry. If she has children, especially boys, her status would increase within her husband’s family.

What man would want to marry and take home a ‘skinny’ young woman from a poor family?

She does marry and follows her husband to his house, where she has very little power or autonomy. She does become pregnant and gives birth to a boy child, which is auspicious and gives Kisa Gotomi more acceptance and position within her husband’s family. The child grows to be a toddler, “always running here, then there….”

Her name was Gotami-tissa,

but because her body was very skinny

she was called ‘Skinny Gotami.’

When she went to her husband’s family,

she was scorned [and called] ‘daughter of a poor family.’

Then she gave birth to a son,

and with the arrival of the son she was treated with respect.

But her son, running back and forth

and running all around, while playing met his end.

Because of this, sorrow-to-the-point-of-madness arose in her.

She thought: “Before, I was one who received only scorn,

but starting from the time of the birth of my son I gained honor.

These [relatives] will now try to take my son,

in order to expose him outside [in the charnel ground].”

Under the influence of her sorrow-to-the-point-of-madness,

she took the dead corpse on her hip and

wandered in the city from the door of one house to another

[pleading]: “Give medicine to me for my son!”

People reviled her, [saying] “What good is medicine?”

She did not grasp what they were saying.

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