SPECIAL DAYS: Mother's Day, Ascension Day
Lesson: Ephesians 6.2-3
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A newspaper cartoon shows an elementary school teacher bending down to read a note that had been pinned to a small girl's dress.
The note, clearly from an embarrassed but defeated mother, read: I hope you don't think I picked out this outfit! (1)###
Reader's Digest tells of two seminary students who decided to go door-to-door sharing their faith. At one house they walked through a gauntlet of screaming children and barking dogs. A tired mother opened the door.
We would like to tell you how to obtain eternal life, they said.
She hesitated, then looked around for a moment before she replied, Thank you, but no thanks. I don't believe that I could stand it! (2)
INTRODUCTION:
From the experience of being a son, a father and a minister, Robert Fulghum talks about Mother's Day in his recent book It Was On Fire When I Lay Down On It (New York: Villard Books, 1989):
For twenty-five years of my life, the second Sunday in May was trouble. Being the minister of a church, I was obliged in some way to address the subject of Mother's Day. It could not be avoided. I tried that. Mind you, the congregation was quite open-minded, actually, and gave me free rein in the pulpit. But when it came to the second Sunday in May, the expectations were summarized in these words of one of the more out spoken women in the church: 'I'm bringing my MOTHER to church on MOTHER'S DAY, Reverend, and you can talk about anything you want. But it had better include MOTHER, and it had better be GOOD!'
She was joking - teasing me. She also meant it (100%). What better theme for Mother's Day than the biblical doctrine of prayer?
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
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MAIN BODY:
M-O-T-H-E-R
M is for the million things she gave me
O is only that she's growing old.
T is for the tears she shed to save me.
H is for heart of purest gold.
E is for her eyes with love-light shining.
R means right and right she'll always be
Put them all together they spell MOTHER, a word that means the world to me.
I can remember when Mother's Day was celebrated in the church by giving flowers to the oldest mother, the mother with the most children, the grandmother with the most grandchildren, and on and on.
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She writes: "Why am I hearing so much mother bashing?"
I overheard her say, "You know, I never would have been anorexic if my mother had not made me stay at the table and finish my meals."
"Listen as a teenager I couldn't wait to have sex, probably because my mother was so Victorian and punitive about every date and every boy I liked."
Why do we blame our mothers?
Ms. Chisolm quotes Psychotherapist Judy Tatelbaum, You Don't Have To Suffer,: "While other cultures revere parents, in our culture we blame parents for what we consider the damage they have done to us. We use our parents to justify our difficulties in life or in relationships, our lack of satisfaction or our failure to achieve out goals." "Each of us needs to come to terms with our parents, alive or dead, regardless of how they treated us, so that we can be full-fledged adults ourselves. We need to release them and forgive them their mistakes in order to free ourselves."
A young boy wanted a bicycle very badly. All his friends had one. Finally his mother suggested he take his concerns to the Holy Mother Mary in prayer. Johnny wrote his prayer out on a piece of paper before he went to bed, and prayed, Mary, mother of God, could you see that I get a bicycle? All my friends have one. Amen. He placed the prayer next to his statue of the Virgin and went to sleep.
The next morning when he didn't have a bike, he wasn't discouraged, and he repeated the same steps that night, and every night for the next week, with the same disappointing result.
Finally he took his statue of Mary, wrapped it in a towel, and hid it in the back of a dresser drawer. When he went to sleep that night he prayed: Jesus, if you want to see your mother again, I better get that bike!
Robert Berner, Tired Mothers of the World, Unite! (4) Writes of the experience of Michelle Tribout of Belleville, IL.
Children ought to appreciate what their mothers do for them, but often don't. For mother of three, Michelle Tribout of Belleville, Illinois, the last straw came when her children failed to get out of bed for a pancake breakfast she'd cooked, despite her making five trips upstairs to wake them. When the kids arrived home after school, they found a note that read, On-strike mom. No cooking, cleaning, doctoring, banking or taxi service. Out of order.
They found their mom in the tree house refusing to come down until the kids started pitching in and showing some gratitude.
The kids cooked dinner and came out promising to be nice, but Mrs. Tribout wouldn't budge. Next the children baked their mom's favorite brownies and wrote up a settlement promising to:
They presented the settlement at 11:30 p.m. A contract was reached at midnight and Mrs. Tribout came down.
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CONCLUSION:
One December afternoon many years ago, a group of parents stood in the lobby of a nursery school waiting to pick up their children after the last pre-Christmas session. As the youngsters ran from their lockers, each one carried in his or her hands the surprise, the brightly wrapped package on which the class had been working for weeks.
One small boy, trying to run, put on his coat, and wave to his parents all at the same time, slipped and fell. The surprise flew from his grasp and landed on the tile floor with an obvious ceramic crash. The child's first reaction was one of stunned silence. But then he set up an inconsolable wail.
His father, thinking to minimize the incident and comfort the boy, patted his head and murmured, Now that's all right. It really doesn't matter, son. It doesn't matter at all.
But the child's mother, somewhat wiser in such situations, dropped to her knees on the floor, swept the boy into her arms and said, Oh, but it does matter. It matters a great deal. And she wept with her son.
1. As found in W. Wayne Price, Confessions of a Perfect Parent (Grand Rapids, Mich.: Eerdmans, 1993), 57.
2. Larry Davies, Turning Points: Moses, Failure and Faith, November 10, 1999, Sowseeds@hovac.com
3. Dan Shutters, Laugh Lines, Presbyterians Today, December 1997, 3.
4. Robert Berner, Tired Mothers of the World, Unite! The Wall Street Journal, October 20, 1997, B1.
5. William Muehl, Why Preach? Why Listen (Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1986), 92.
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