Randall Caselman

Bella Vista Church of Christ

05/14/2017 A.M.

 

MOTHER’S DAY

WaysTo Honor Mother

 

James Dobson tells the story of a mother who was sick in bed. She had the flu and her daughter wanted so much to be a good nurse… So…

• She brought mom an extra pillow.

• She brought her a magazine to read.

• She even surprised mother with a cup of tea.

Her mother took a sip of the tea… Saying, ‘Wow!... I didn't know you knew how to make tea!’

 

I learned by watching you mommy…

• I put some water in the pot…

• Then I put the tea leaves in…

• I boiled the water..

• Then I strained it into a cup.

But I couldn't find the strainer… So I used the flyswatter instead.

You what?... Oh… Not to worry mom… I didn't use the new flyswatter… I used the old one.

 

When God created mothers… He was into His sixth day… Working overtime!!… When an angel appeared saying… Lord, you're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.

 

God replied… Have you seen the specs on this order?

• She has to be completely washable… But not plastic…

• Have 180 moveable parts ... All replaceable…

• Run on black coffee and leftovers…

• She must have a lap that disappears when she stands up…

• A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointing love affair…

• Six pairs of hands…

• Three pairs of eyes…

One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks… 'What are you kids doing in there?'… When she already knows.

Another in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't… But needs to know…

The ones in front that look at a child when he messes up that says… I understand and I love you anyway.

 

Then God says… I’ve never been so close to creating something just like myself… Already…

• I have one who heals herself when she is sick…

• One that feeds a family of six on one pound of hamburger…

• She can get a nine year old to stand under a shower…

• Not only can she think… She can reason… And compromise with the best.

 

The angel bent over and ran his finger across the cheek of the mother… There's a leak… I told you that you were trying to put too much in this model.

God said… That's not a leak… It’s called a tear.

What is it for?... Asked the angel.

The Lord replied… It's for… Joy…Sadness… Disappointment… Pain… Loneliness… and Pride. You're a genius!... Shouted the angel. With a somber look on his face… The Lord said… I didn't put it there… She did!

 

Let’s consider some Scripture that encourages us to...

 

honor motherand motherhood…

Exodus 20.12... The voice of God from Mount Sinai...  Honor your father and your mother… So that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.

 

Leviticus 19.3 has God saying… Each of you must respect his mother and father… And you must observe my Sabbaths. I am the Lord your God.

 

Ephesians 6.1-3...Children… Obey your parents in the Lord… For this is right. Honor your father and mother...Which is the first commandment with a promise... That it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.

 

1 Timothy 5.1-2… Do not rebuke an older man harshly… But exhort him as if he were your father. Treat younger men as brothers… Older women as mothers… And younger women as sisters.

 

Listen to some things Solomon has to say from Proverbs…

6.20… My son… Keep your father’s commands and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. Bind them upon your heart for ever… Fasten them around your neck.

 

23.22… Listen to your father… Who gave you life… Do not despise your mother when she is old.

 

22.6… Train a child in the way he should go… And when he is old he will not turn from it.

 

17.6… Grandchildren are the crown of the aged… The pride and glory of children is their fathers.

 

Church… Is there any doubt that it’s right to honor our parents… That we should honor mothers with a day set aside to… Remember her… Praise her… Honor her?

 

Proverbs 31 ends with this… Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive… Beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

 

So… This morning…

 

Seven ways to Honor Mother… Seven ways to show our love…

 

Honor her verbally… Tell her you love her!

We men seem to have a problem here… We live with the philosophy that…

• I don’t have to say I love you… You already know that. 

• I’ve told you before… If I change my mind… I’ll let you know! 

• I’ll SHOW you my love… But don’t expect me to say it…

 

But a woman needs to hear the words… I Love You!

• Mothers and fathers need to hear it!

• Children need to hear it!

• Spouses need to hear it!

Question… When was the last time we verbalized our love?... Said… I LOVE YOU?

 

Dear Abby… I enlisted shortly after Pearl Harbor. Thirty-six days later, I was on my way to the Philippines. En route, the Philippines fell to the Japanese, and we were rerouted to Australia. Eleven days after we landed, I met the most beautiful girl in the world. On our first date, I told her I was going to marry her. I did, 18 months later, while on a 10-day R-and-R leave from New Guinea.

 

After more than 57 years of marriage and two children, my beloved "Mary" died five days before Christmas. Although we agreed that our ashes were to be scattered over the mountains, I found I could not part with hers.

 

While Mary was alive, she would frequently say, "You don't know how much I love you." I'd reply, "Likewise." I never said… "I love you."

 

Now her ashes are on my dresser… Where I tell her several times a day how much I love her… But it's too late…. Much too late!

 

Even though I wrote poetry to her, I could not bring myself to say the three words I knew she wanted to hear most. As my dearest was dying… We thought she was comatose… I told her… "There aren't enough words to tell you how much I love you."  A few hours later… She whispered… "Not enough words" and died.

 

The reason I'm writing is to urge men everywhere to express their feelings while their loved ones… Mother… Spouse… Children…are alive.  I don't know why… But we’re reluctant to express the depth of their feelings… Signed… MISSING MARY IN COLORADO. 

 

Honor her physically… Show your love with… A hug… A kiss… Hold her hand.

Mother was the first person to touch us…She wrapped us up in her womb for months… And when we came… Her first priority was to…

• Hold us…

• Cuddle us…

• Stroke our head…

• Rub our feet…

• She held our cheeks against hers…

• Gave us a finger to hold to…

• She changed our diapers…

• Potty-trained us…

• Held the Kleenexes for us to blow our nose! 

• She wiped food off of our face years longer than she should have had to! 

 

Here it is… She constantly touched us!... But her desire today is for us to touch her… And she deserves our touch.

 

Today… Our touch… Means more to her than… Cards… Flowers…Candy… Eating out… Or a diamond necklace. 

 

Recently… I told Georgia that I kissed another woman. I had just come from Concordia! I’ve spent countless hours in nursing homes and hospitals… Where it’s always the same… Patients… Especially older ladies… Want to touch and be touched… Hugged… A kiss on the cheek… A pat on the hand.

 

I recall instances when it was specifically stated that Jesus touched… The sick… The blind…The poor… The leper… The deaf… The anxious… And those afraid. Healings and gifts of the Spirit were imparted by touch… The laying-on-of-hands.

 

Church… Touch is important… Let’s touch and allow ourselves to be touched… Amen?

 

Honor her with patience… Love is patient!

There’ll be mothers and spouses who will not be honored today simply because we are selfishly lacking in patience.

 

The letter was from an eighty-year-old-mom… Mother’s Day is a good time to tell your children that…What I truly want are the INTANGIBLES… The things I can never get enough of. I would like for you to come and sit with me… And for you to not be in a hurry… But easy and relaxed. We can talk… Or just sit and be silent.

I would just like for us to be together.

I need your patience when I don’t hear what you say the first time.

I need your patience when I reminisce too much about the past.

I need your patience with my being set-in-my-ways.

I need your tolerance with what the years have done to me physically.

I need your patient understanding with my personal habits… I spill things… Lose things.

I get unduly worried trying to figure out my bank statements… I can’t remember when to take my medication… Or if I took it already.

Well… There you are… You have it… Time…Patience… Understanding… These are the priceless gifts that I want this Mother’s Day… Love… Mom.

 

Honor her attentively… With undivided attention.

Love keeps no record of wrongs.

 

Mothers listened as we poured out our heart… She always had a sympathetic ear… Even as an adult we’ve gone to her when we wanted someone who would really listen and understand.

• Mother always placed our interest before her own.

• She was always sympathetic to us regardless.

• She never judged us unfairly.

 

Recently… In a documentary about men who were going to be executed for their capital crimes… Their mothers were interviewed…And… invariably…Invariably… The moms would say… He’s such a good boy!... Regardless of what their son had done… They would say… Yes I know… But he has a good heart. 

 

Mothers Always think the best of us.

 

We used to talk to mom… Because she listened… Now it’s our turn to listen attentively…Even though she has issues…

• Even though she’s always complaining…

• Even though she sees everything in a negative light…

• Even though she talks to herself…

• Even though she asks the same question over and over…

 

I have this poem on my desk… I read it everyday… It keeps me reminded that I need to be more attentive and understanding…

 

Don’t ask me to remember.

Don’t try to make me understand.

Let me rest and know you’re with me.

Kiss my cheek and hold my hand.

 

Don’t lose your patience with me.

Don’t scold or curse or cry.

I can’t help the way I’m acting…

Can’t be different though I try.

 

Just remember that I need you…

That the best of me is gone.

Please don’t fail to stand beside me…

Love me till my life is done.

 

Number five… Honor gratefully… Appreciate what they’ve done for us.

An elementary science class had been studying magnets… And how objects are attracted to them.  At the end of the semester, the teacher asked this question on their exam... ‘Six letters…Starts with an M… And picks up things… What am I?...’

Over half of the second grade class said… MOTHER!

 

Proverbs 31 honors a wife and mother for the things she does… Listen…

A wife of noble character who can find?

She is worth far more than rubies.

Her husband has full confidence in her…

She brings him good and never harm…

She selects wool and flax and works eagerly with her hands.

She gets up early in the morning… When it’s still dark.

She provides food for her family.

She sets about her work… Diligently… Vigorously… Her arms are strong for her tasks.

She sees that all she does is profitable… And her lamp does not go out at night.

She opens her arms to the poor… And extends her hands to the needy.

When it snows she has no fear for her household, for all of them are clothed in scarlet.

She makes coverings for her bed… She is clothed in fine linen and purple.

She is clothed with strength and dignity.

With hope and confidence… She can laugh at the days to come.

She speaks with wisdom… And faithful instruction… to her children.

She watches over the affairs of her household… And never eats the bread of idleness.

Her children arise and call her blessed.

 

Church…Are we grateful for the women in our life?... Are we?… Mother?… Grandmother?…Spouse?… School Teachers?… Bible Teachers?… Aunts?… Those who have unselfishly helped shape our lives?

 

Love her generously… Honor her generosity.

We must know that we could never repay our mother… But we ought to die trying before she does!

• She didn’t spend on herself until all our needs were met…

• She cleared her schedule so she could get us to… School activities… Ball practices & games… Dance recitals… Church activities… Sleepovers… And parties.

 

Perhaps now it’s time for her to have something she wants from us!

 

A math teacher asked this question… If there are ten people at the table and one apple pie… How much pie does each person get?... State your answer as a fraction.  

One in the class replied… One ninth!... Teacher replied… “Don’t you know your fractions?” The young man replied… You don’t know my mother?... If there’s that many at the table… And only one pie… She doesn’t want any!

 

I’m reminded of Moses’ mother… She kept Moses quiet for three months… When this was no longer possible… She prepared a papyrus basket… Coated it with tar… Placed it in the Nile… With instructions for his older sister to keep watch on the safety and security of the child.

 

Mothers protected us in so many ways…

• From physical harm…

• Protected us morally by teaching us right and wrong…

• Emotionally…They did their best to protect us from anything that would bring sorrow and regret into our life…

• Spiritually…They brought us up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.

 

Think of the generosity of your mother… Generosity at her own expense.

Only then can we grasp the fact that there is no way we can repay her… But… Perhaps we can give her more of what she needs… Physically… Morally… Emotionally… and Spiritually.

 

Number seven… We are to honor Mother…Honor her unconditional love.

Honor your father and mother… which is the first commandment with a promise… That it may go well with you and that you may enjoy a long life on the earth.

 

The last few verses of Proverbs chapter thirty-one tell us… Many women do noble things… But you surpass them all. Charm is deceptive…. Beauty is fleeting… But a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned… And let her works bring her praise.

 

So… The question becomes…

 

First…What will it take this morning for you and your preacher to honor our mother appropriately?

 

Secondly…Will we take the appropriate steps to honor her?... Even now?

 

If you’re here and not a child of God… Your mother’s wish is that you become one.

 

If we’re not faithful in the Lord’s house… Her wish is that we will come home.

 

If we consider ourselves faithful to the Lord and His will… We will honor mother… Amen?

 

Honor Jesus… Honor mother… As we stand and sing together.