From Your Pastor, May 2013

2nd May 2013 by Administrator

Friends,

The month of May bring thoughts of mothers.  Where would we be without our mothers…literally where would we be???  I loved my mom much like many of you loved or love yours.  My mom loved me most, I was the baby and of course she loved me more than those older two siblings!  Sorry about that Tom and Lorees.  Here are a few thoughts on this special day.

*A cartoon shows a three year-old, freckle-faced boy in a hallway.  His pajamas are unsnapped, his diaper’s bagging, and he’s got a little teddy bear, dangling in his hand.  He’s standing in front of his mother and father’s bedroom door, which is shut.  On the door is a little sign written by a weary mother: “Closed for Business.  Motherhood Out of Order.”  (Charles R. Swindoll, Laugh Again)

*I smile as I remember the Mother’s Day card I saw that was really cute.  It was a great big card written in little child’s  printing – little first-grade printing.  On the front was a little boy with untied sneakers.  He had a wagon, and toys were everywhere.  He had a little cut on his face and there were smudges all over this card.  It read, “Mom, I remember that little prayer you used to say for me every day,” Inside, “God help you if you ever do that again.” (Charles Swindoll)

Grandmothers are mothers too.

*Usually grandmothers are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes.  They wear glasses and funny underwear.  They can take their teeth and gums out!

*Grandmothers don’t have to be smart, only answer questions like, “Why isn’t God married?” and “How come dogs chase cats?”

*Grandmothers don’t talk baby talk like visitors do, because it is hard to understand. When they read to us they don’t skip or mind if it is the same story over again.

*Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don’t have television, because they are the only grown-ups who have time. (James Dobson)

This last story from Chuck Swindoll is wonderful. A good friend of mine, who was raised by a godly pastor’s wife, tells me that when he was rocked to sleep at night by his mother, she didn’t sing to him just little ditties and lullabies, she sang to him the hymns of the faith. When he was in the crib, he remembers her leaning over and singing to  him “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God”; “And Can It Be?”; “More Love To Thee, O Christ”; “My Jesus, I Love Thee”; “Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing?”  She sang the deep songs.  And he says, “I remember, I remember those hymns.  In fact,” he says, “when I got into church, I had heard and learned most of the hymns,” a contribution in that young man’s life that he’ll never forget.

May God bless you this month as you honor your mother and if she is alive you wrap your arms around her neck and give her a big kiss and tell her that you love her.  If she is no longer alive honor her memory in some special way.

Pastor Bill

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