Happy Mother’s Day
I greet you on this Mother’s Day! For most of us, our mothers are a fond memory and if you are or were blessed with a good and Godly mother, I remember and praise the Lord with you.
However, for some, mothers may not hold such a strong tie in the heart. For you, I share your pain and heaviness and pray that the Lord’s blessing and smile will lift you up today.
Through the years and seven churches I have served in ministry, I have had a few members say they stay away from church on Mother’s Day (or Father’s Day, Christmas, or Easter) because the day is too painful for them emotionally. It brings back memories of their loved one(s) and they just don’t want to sit in a pew and have to endure that publicly. I truly understand that. My sister has recently shared with me that she, too, has these same feelings.
Given the emotional nature of Mother’s Day, we’re not simply going to celebrate and praise mothers (though they surely deserve it!) No, greater even than that, we’re going to celebrate love today. We’re going to delve into Jesus’ words to us about love and lift them up and bring them right into our hearts. It is my hope and prayer that in our time together this morning, love itself will find its way into your heart in a warm way and that love itself brings blessing and encouragement and hope to you in a fresh and new way today.
Now, having said that, let me leave you with something “somebody” said about mothers.
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby. Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, “Normal,” is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct. Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring. Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother. Somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first. Somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery. Somebody never watched her “baby” get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military boot camp.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her. Somebody isn't a mother.
Thank you, Mom, for everything. I miss you. I can see you in heaven close to the gate waiting for me with your arms open. One day I’ll be there. Before you know it, I’ll be there.
God bless you all today. Your Pastor and Friend, Mark