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"Mother, you already know I forgave you. The very moment you swatted me upside the head, I knew your were under tremendous pressure. "I was pregnant, again, with your brother Jude, your sister Miriam was constantly screaming for attention and I was breastfeeding Simon. And Joseph, the brother after you was constantly getting into everything. And there you were, pouring all over your head the honey you hadn't already filled your mouth with with your own grubby little fingers." "Mom, remember my teaching. It isn't what goes into the mouth that defiles a man but what comes out of the mouth, that is what defiles a man. I was six years old, and the honey so looked like the Holy Spirit being poured all over me that I had to try it out. It was quite a sticky mess, and then came the back of your maternal hand." "You have forgiven me, my Lord." "you needn't ask again, love. You always can count on my love and forgiveness. But you never asked me what I did to refill the honey jar. I went out into the field where I found a queen bee. I told her the dilemma, and she went and started a hive near our house. Very soon after, honey was dripping down the tree tunk. Of course I could do this, because I made the bee, and she was going to do my bidding...