Greater Love Hath No Goose Than This…

The great steamship RMS Titanic moaned and groaned, her sheets of metal straining against the terrible and inevitable outcome. The tons and tons of man-made steel fought valiantly against the very ocean itself. Still the icy waters of the North Atlantic rose higher and higher. In the ongoing battles of man vs. nature, there can be only one winner. The powers of nature prove truly stronger than the puny attempts of man to defy the elements of God’s creation.

Many have argued that God’s wrath came against the pride of Man in the tragic demise of the Titanic. Many wonder at the “coincidence of the iceberg” laying directly in the path of the great speeding ocean liner. Many have called down judgment on the ones who acted carelessly in not providing enough lifeboats for all 2,340 passengers. There are many lessons we have learned from this tragedy, but none so poignant as this: Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

Mother Goose flew up the stairs to the boat deck, glancing down at the many passengers still struggling to get up and out of the lower areas of the ship. There were babes in arms and so many children clinging to the skirts of their desperate mothers. Brave husbands and fathers stood aside to allow the women and children through.

“I’m fortunate to have strong wings,” thought Mother Goose as she looked upon the poor souls below her. She honked sadly as she considered the fate of the little ones. “If only the children could fly up the stairs with me. We could all be free of the panicking crowds! We could easily get to the life boats.”

Then she had a brilliant idea.

“I can carry the babies and small children on my back! I can get them to the life boats! I can save many! There’s still time to make a difference in this world.”

Dear and gentle reader, you know that Mother Goose loves children so much. She’s always thinking of what is best for the small ones, even in a terrible crisis like the sinking of the Titanic.

Without a minute to spare, Mother Goose spun around in midair and dropped down to the nearest mother holding a bundled baby in her arms. “Quick, dear lady,” cried Mother Goose. “Put the wee little one on my back! I can carry her to a life boat and she’ll be safe!” The mother looked bewildered at the offer of this old goose. She looked around her at the masses of steerage passengers who could never reach a life boat in time.

“Please!” honked the goose again. “I’ll take her to a life boat and her precious life will be saved!”

Seeing that her choices were limited, with time running out and the waters rising, the young Irish woman kissed her baby and set the small bundle on the back of the goose. “Godspeed, Mother Goose! Bless you! Bless you!” called the mother as Mother Goose flapped her wings and rose up in the air.

Like a mighty goose of old, she flew up and over the crowds. Now she could see the full terrifying scene below her. She could hear the band playing a sweet old hymn, Nearer My God to Thee, as they stood on the deck. The water was up to their knees and still they played on. The song comforted and strengthened the passengers, giving them hope and peace even as the bow of the ship sunk deeper and deeper and the deck tilted dangerously to port.

She looked and saw many people gathered around a priest who was leading them in the prayers of the Rosary. She saw several gentlemen and officers helping people into the last lifeboats. These last lifeboats were filling quickly. She saw Captain Smith where he stood on deck. He looked calm and confident as he held an elderly woman’s hand, wished her well and lifted her into the lifeboat. She saw women crying and men wiping their tears as they said goodbye.

And then she saw what she was looking for — bobbing out on the ocean, 100 yards from Titanic, a life boat with only a small handful of passenger onboard. The lifeboats could have held nearly fifty people, but many of these had fewer than twenty-five huddled passengers. With her strong wings, Mother Goose glided over to this boat.

“Please,” she shouted. “Take this baby and keep her warm with you. I must go back for more!” And off she flew, over the water and up over the rails of the sinking steamship, over the heads of the musicians and back to the trapped passengers. “Quickly now give me another child. Put a baby on my back! I’ll carry them one by one to the lifeboats! I will save as many as I can.” Another mother settled her child on the soft back of Mother Goose, and again she flew to the same lifeboat. She left this baby with another woman and flew back to the deck of Titanic. One more trip to rescue one more baby from the clutches of the icy ocean.

Mother Goose gently landed on the lifeboat with the last little baby. “You must hold her close now,” cautioned Mother Goose to the woman who was wearing a warm wool coat. “Keep her as your own child for surely she’ll be an orphan by morning.” Mother Goose looked beyond her to the Titanic. The lights still burned brightly on the ship, although the stern was rising strangely up into the air.

“I must go!” she shouted and flew off again towards the ship. She couldn’t hear the band playing anymore as she flew around the deck, only the shouts and cries of the passengers as they slipped and fell overboard. There was nothing more for Mother Goose to do but to save herself. She spotted a life preserver floating out on the water. She was suddenly very weary, her wings so heavy and tired. She dropped down towards the life preserver, safely away from the sinking boat. She heard explosions and saw the large funnels of the Titanic break off, one by one and crash down into the water. As Mother Goose floated alone on the ocean, she saw the bow of the immense ship break off and slip away beneath the surface of the water. The stern settled for just a minute and then it followed the bow down to the bottom of the ocean.

There were hundreds of people in the cold water screaming for help, but there was nothing she could do. Her work was done — she had miraculously saved the lives of three children, but she could not rescue them all. “I’m only a goose,” she whispered. Great sad tears flowed freely now that she was safe herself, and she cried out with despair. Grief filled the heart of Mother Goose, she closed her eyes and honked hopelessly into the terrible darkness…

(Please come back tomorrow for the heart-warming conclusion to this story of Mother Goose and the Titanic.)

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bunn
    Apr 13, 2012 @ 11:59:16

    Ooohh your so brave! And such a hero!

    Reply

  2. Dianna
    Apr 13, 2012 @ 18:36:11

    oh, this is so sad, Mother Goose.

    Reply

  3. Three Well Beings
    Apr 14, 2012 @ 22:06:48

    My goodness (gooseness) this is a heart-wrenching little series you have going! The birds-eye view of Mother Goose lends an authenticity I’ve not previously read. She is indeed amazing to have captured such historical accuracy while also bringing the emotions of the day to the retelling. I am very touched! Debra

    Reply

  4. eof737
    May 10, 2012 @ 15:57:48

    I’m all ears… 😉

    Reply

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