A time to remember

As you may have heard, Peggy is unable to post due to computer issues. I went back into the archives and came across this wonderful post she wrote for Memorial Day. I am reposting it with her permission. (Rhea Beaudry)

This weekend in the United States, we will be celebrating Memorial Day – the holiday where we remember those brave men and women who fought to guarantee our freedom. We take this time to thank them, bless them, cry for the suffering they may have endured – for us!
The strength of this great nation is togetherness. We have to be together and be willing with positive mind to go forward toward a better tomorrow. We always have to keep strength in our ideals as our forefathers have done. Look at theflag of the United States of America (even if you are not from the States – look at your own flag and remember). As you do so, listen to these words.

From the day Columbus set sail with that small band of people, freedom has been sought, attained, and paid for by brave men and women who were willing to sacrifice their lives that we might be a free nation. Those who have been to battle and have seen comrades fall from enemy fire cannot forget the sacrifices that have been made for the cause of freedom.

Did your great-great-great-grandfather, young man that he was then, think of you before he fell? Could he have known in 1863 that he was saving a great nation? We honor him, from north or south, on this Memorial Day.

Or what of great-great-grandfathers who gave their lives in the trenches of France in World War I, the “war to end all wars?” We honor them now.
Seventy One years ago during World War II, our men were preparing for the great invasion of Europe. The war in the Pacific was being fought at sea as American submarines attacked the Japanese navy. The submarine war was successful that year – 22 warships and 296 enemy merchant ships were destroyed. Still, by war’s end, one of four American submarines and the brave men who manned them, were lost.

At the same time in 1943, General Patton’s 11th Division was fighting its way through North Africa.

Today we remember these brave patriots and honor them.

On Memorial Day, 1953, an armistice was about to be signed, ending the Korean War, three years of hostility that claimed the lives of thousands of brave service men and women. We pay tribute to them.

The war in Vietnam still lives in the minds of many who served there; many saw their comrades fall. We wonder as we pass by their graves today, did they know we would remember? Yes, we do remember. I lost my beloved brother, and YES, I remember.

Let us honor every service person who served to preserve our way of life. We remember.

I ask you to close your eyes now for a moment of silence honoring all those in your country who served in peace time and war time to protect your freedom.

Thank You, God, for these lives.

I’m going to ask you now to remember something as important. The activity of this weekend is going to cemeteries and looking at graves. As we look at these graves, we will remember and that will cause many of us to have tears in our eyes and great mourning and sadness may come over us again.

But as we look at the graves, let us also remember the truth – the person you are mourning is not there. That person is happy again because he or she is with God and with the others who have passed on before.

What a freeing realization it is when we are standing there in our grief that our grief is for ourselves, not for them. We take from bereavement all of its power to distress us when we realize that our grief is, in fact, for ourselves. How freeing that is!

How empowering it is to realize that everyone you loved, everyone who served your flag, is still alive. That is the truth! You know that to be the truth! It’s one of those things that you haven’t just read about, but you know it deep inside yourself. It is your faith. You will give thanks for this faith.  John 3:16For God so Loved the world that he gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not die, but have everlasting life.

How empowering it is! I mourn for those people who do not have this faith , and they are going through the experience that we humans call death. We in this room know that death is not a period; it’s just a comma in life. Life continues.

Let me share with you a powerful and moving story.

Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the same womb. Weeks passed, and the twins developed. As their awareness grew, they laughed for joy: “Isn’t it great that we were conceived? Isn’t it great to be alive?”

Together the twins explored their world. When they found their mother’s cord that gave them life, they sang for joy: “How great is our mother’s love, that she shares her own life with us!”

As the weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed how much each was changing. “What does it mean?” asked the one. “It means that our stay in this world is drawing to an end.” said the other. “But I don’t want to go.” said the first. “I want to stay here always.” “We have no choice,” said his brother. “But maybe there is life after birth!”

“But how can there be?” responded the one. “We will shed our life cord, and how is life possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others were here before us, and none of them have returned to tell us that there is a life after birth. No, this is the end.”

And so the one fell into deep despair saying: “If conception ends in birth, what is the purpose of life in the womb? It’s meaningless! Maybe there is no mother after all.” “But there has to be,” protested the other. “How else did we get here? How do we remain alive?”

“Have you ever seen our mother?” said the first. “Maybe she lives only in our minds. Maybe we made her up, because the idea made us feel good.” And so the last days in the womb were filled with deep questioning, doubt and fear.

Finally, the moment of birth arrived. When the twins had passed from their world, they opened their eyes. And they cried. For what they saw far exceeded their fondest dreams.

I Corinthians 2:9 says: “Eye has not seen , ear has not heard, nor has it so much as dawned on the human, what God has prepared for those who love God.” When you are at a graveside mourning, I pray that it is the dawn of a new realization in you that life does not end. And I pray that you carry that truth with you all through your life. It will be so empowering when you have to deal with that which we don’t want to deal with. You will know that all that is occurring is, the outer clothing is being discarded, but the life of the one you love so much (the inner soul qualities of the joy and spirit of life that comes through the outer clothing) lives on.

In The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran wrote:

Life is but a stopping place
A pause in what’s to be
A resting place along the road
To sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way
We were all meant to learn some things
But never meant to stay.
Our destination is a place
Far greater than we know
For some the journey’s quicker
For some the journey’s slow.
And when the journey finally ends
We claim a great reward
And find everlasting peace
Together with the Lord.

In the depths of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond. And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

For what is it to die, but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Jesus said there are really two deaths. There is the death of the outer covering (the skin and the flesh). But the other death is far worse – the death of the person who has stopped living while still alive.

Some people do this when a loved one passes. When I pass from this world I do not want my children or anyone I love to stop living and either do you. We want them to live life fully with smiles on their faces. We want them to laugh at misfortune and to be connected with God. This is what I want them to do in my memory.

All of life is best honored by us living life fully. When we stand at a graveside, let us not be locked into just that which has been alive. Let us be locked into the knowledge that this person lives now and will live tomorrow. We will see this person again. We believe that, and we know that.

Let me share with you a wonderful story from the book “Illusions” by Richard Bach


Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great river. The current of the river swept silently over them all – young and old, rich and poor, good and evil – the current going its own way, knowing its own self.

Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth.

But one creature said at last, “I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging I shall die of boredom.”

The other creatures laughed, “Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!”

But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks.

Yet, in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more.

And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, “See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us all!”

And the one carried in the current said, “I am no more Messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.”

But they cried the more, “Savior” all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a savior.

Many times our lives as human beings are spent clinging for security. We cling to thousands of things. We cling, and we are afraid inside of ourselves to let go. Yet, if we re-examine our faith in God the good, the one, omnipotent power in our lives, we know it is safe to let go.

Where do we do this? We do it in consciousness. We let go of the fear, worry, and hurried feelings we have inside of ourselves, and we naturally rise to a higher state of mind. In Luke 17:20-21 Jesus said: “The kingdom of God is not coming with things that can be observed; nor will they say, “Look, here it is!” or “There it is!” For, in fact, the kingdom of God is within you.”

Do we have to die to enter the kingdom of heaven? No! Not at all! As a matter of fact, if we wait until we die, we’re missing the mark. Jesus’ whole teaching tells us that right now, for each of us individually, the kingdom of heaven is at hand. It can be had in the midst of our worry, in the midst of things that are not going right, or in the midst of a cemetery. We can just simply let go of the mourning and the sadness, and go with God. When we do so, we are lifted.

My friends, I pray that this Memorial day you experience an act of God. An act of God is not something terrible. An act of God is something that happens in you and through you. We feel an act of God more in a time of great depression and great struggle than we do other times. This is because we are more aware of the overwhelming good and the feelings that come inside of us.

Heaven within you is an act of God. Bliss within you is an act of God. Peace within you is an act of God. Stop clinging, release, and go to God.

Let us pray:

In this moment, I ask that I can be empowered with the kingdom of God inside of me. I let go of the sadness and sorrow I have held over any area of my life. I let go of the death-thought, and I start to live again.

But more than just living or existing, I ask for an infilling and an overspilling to others in my life. The joy, bliss, and peace of God knows no end.

Today, this entire weekend, is a turn-around time. I let go of sorrow and sadness. I stop clinging and I arise free and unencumbered. I do so through the power of God in and through me, and my willingness to say “Yes!”              In Jesus Christ’s name . . . Amen.


Sonship and Stewardship

Last week we looked at a chapter from a book by my favorite teacher. We talked about God’s love language being LOVE. As we learn to live in His love, our lives become saturated with Him and we learn the sweetness of surrender and trust and rest in Him. This week, I have been consciously seeking that rest, as I look to Him for healing for some big wounds in my spirit. He is showing Himself faithful as always, and as I wait upon Him, He is filling me with His peace. There is no greater place to be than in the middle of the Lord Jesus Christ and His will for me!

Look with me at another chapter from Graham Cooke’s book.

We live our lives in the tension of a paradox between being and doing. The key to succeeding in this quandary is to always choose being over doing. We must choose to take time out to rest. We all have to do many things, but being is just as important. This paradox could be described as the difference between sonship and stewardship. We must learn how to serve the Lord but we must also explore how to be a son of God. God doesn’t want to treat you like a slave—He wants to treat you like a son.

One of my mentors, Arthur, once asked me, “Graham, do you want to be a servant of the Lord?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Then don’t get upset if He treats you like one,” Arthur said.
Sometimes, God commands and I obey. Other times, He makes a request of me because He wants to treat me like His son. Christians need to know how to live life as both a servant and a son. Being a son means God gets the best of our day, not just the tail end. The Apostle Paul is a wonderful example of a man who knew how to be both a servant and a son as we read in Ephesians 1:15-23:

Therefore I also, after I heard of your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints, do not cease to give thanks for you, making mention of you in my prayers: that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, the eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe, according to the working of His mighty power which he worked in Christ when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly places, far above all principality and power and might and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this age but also in that which is to come. And He put all things under His feet, and gave Him to be head over all things to the church, which is His body, the fullness of Him who fills all in all.

What an incredible prayer! Longevity in the spirit is powered by wisdom and revelation from God. The two streams flow into one, enabling us to understand who God wants to be for us. Once we capture who God wants to be for us, there is a power and energy that flows into our spirit from His own. Suddenly, we’re living life for all it’s worth. Defeats and burnout evaporate. A spirit-infused Christian does not become weary or overwhelmed by circumstances because his or her eyes are lightened with the knowledge of who God is. His call on our lives is certain.

Living in the Spirit gives us a glimpse of the riches of our inheritance. God loves to show us His majesty and power so that in every situation we face, we can rely on Him. “I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him,” Paul wrote his young charge Timothy in 2 Timothy 1:12. He had absolute confidence in who God was for him: his deliverer, his protector, his passion. Paul was able to go into places where incredible opposition swirled because he knew God was with him. He was always himself, and spoke the words of God to kings and vagabonds.

Each of us can only go as far as God has given us permission to go. Our authority grows as our maturity in Christ grows. By knowing who God is for us, we never have to be afraid of our circumstances.



Pray with me: Lord, thank you for Your passionate love for me, that you would come and fill me to the brim with Your Holy Spirit and call me to the purpose of being conformed to the image of Christ. There is nothing that I would rather do or be than that! Let me grow more and more in love with You, and let me learn to lean into Your heart in total surrender and rest. Let my life be an overflow of all that You are within me! Let others be drawn to You just because they have seen You in me. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.

God’s Love Language

by Rhea Beaudry

You have probably read books on the five love languages and tried to figure out which is your love language for giving and receiving love. Gift giving, physical touch, acts of service, time spent…These are some of the ways we have to share our love with others. When we find that special tendency and preference we have to communicate our deep love, it is amazing to watch that love grow as it is given and received.

What is God’s love language? In one word, God’s love language is LOVE.

I am always so blessed when Pastor Peggy gives me the opportunity to share the week’s message here at The Spiritual Family. Usually I pray and seek God, and He gives me a special word to share. This week, I did not write a message. I feel led to share a treasure with you from one of my favorite teachers, Graham Cooke. My life is full right now with ministry to our special Russian grandkids. I have been in need of receiving from the Lord in order to have the strength to carry out the work; and so I have turned to Graham Cooke’s writings, always a source of blessing and inspiration. God has touched me through this book, and I am quoting a chapter for your enjoyment and spiritual feeding.

God adores us because He wants our adoration. God loves us because He wants our love. God speaks to us by His love. This is the language we need to hear from the Lord so that we can speak it back to Him. It’s a glorious cycle—God takes the initiative by loving us, and we return that love to Him. God can say nothing without using this language of love.
What is true in the natural is also true by the Spirit. Isaiah described this beautifully in 55:9-11 (NASB):
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways And My thoughts than your thoughts.
For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, And do not return there without watering the earth And making it bear and sprout, And furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater;
So will My word be which goes forth from My mouth; It will not return to Me empty, Without accomplishing what I desire, And without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.
God’s promise is as inevitable as rain falling, His words water our lives making us fruitful and productive. We return this blessing through our words of praise and thanksgiving, our testimony and witness to His Nature and also by our actions that may bring glory to the Lord.
James put it a different way, but it is still the same theme:
Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. In the exercise of His will He brought us forth by the word of truth, so that we would be a kind of first fruits among His creatures. (James 1:17-18 NASB)
Everything that is good and right comes from a Father who never changes. It is His consistency and faithfulness that is the bedrock of our ability to receive. It simply does not depend upon us! He is the origin, the cause, the motive and the source of every gift. It will always be this way. He is the Beginning and the Ending for all of us, for all time. His passion is to make each of us a joyful carrier of His word through His promises so that we may enjoy the certainty of our receiving His gifts and goodness. Think of it: we are the first fruits of His huge desire to have a people represent His Excellence. Our role in the Earth is to proclaim the fact of God’s outstanding goodness by living the life of promise that He has set aside for us. All God’s promises are yes! And amen! in Christ Jesus.

Paul put it this way in his letter to the church in Rome:
…who has first given to Him that it might be paid back to Him again? For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever. Amen. (Romans 11:35-36 NASB)
It is not possible for us to initiate anything with God. Paul asks who has ever given to God first. God initiates, we respond by receiving and then we give back to God the very thing He gave us in the first place. From, through and to Him are all things. Everything He wants from us He gives to us.

This is amazing, wonderful, outrageous and mind-boggling stuff! This means that when the Holy Spirit convicts me of something, He is also relaying the Father’s willingness to supply what I lack. Therefore:

Get the message? The promise releases the gift. Conviction seeks to re-establish the divine order. The Holy Spirit points out our need and the provision at the same time. Conviction restores us to being open to the goodness of God. From Him, through Him and to Him are all things…marvelous.
Each of us must see ourselves in that cycle in the manner that the Father has declared. To live as part of His cycle of life we must understand that all of His language to us is full of promise to us. He delights to speak to us and is blessed by our expectancy.
The tragedy of modern Christianity is that much of it is performance-oriented. We think we have to do something to get something from God. “God can’t possibly like me because I’m not doing anything,” we say. “God can’t love me, I don’t pray enough. I don’t give enough. I don’t worship enough. I don’t read enough.” But how much is actually enough? We shouldn’t be constantly quantifying “enough,” but we should be serving God because He loves us. Present-day Christians are quick to fall into the same trap Martha did in Luke 10, thinking that we have to prove ourselves worthy of a relationship with Jesus. Being Mary, and basking in Jesus’ love, is a severe challenge for us.
The language of love is something we must all learn. We have to understand how God sees us, so that we can see Him more clearly. God loves us and, because He loves us, we want to talk to Him. Everything we can give to God comes from Him in the first place. It begins and ends with God, because intimacy is a cycle.
In the natural world, we see many examples of this type of cycle. Water falls from the sky, and returns to the heavens by the process of evaporation. The moon does not generate its own light, but reflects the light of the sun in the night sky. The image in a mirror is nothing more than a reflection of the actual object. Likewise, our love for God is a reflection of His love for us. Love begins and ends with God.

We cannot love God on our own initiative, but we can give back that which He has bestowed on us. When the Father of Lights gives us a gift that touches our heart, it does something inside of us. We end up returning to God the very thing He has given us. To love God, we must be loved by God. It’s a wonderful thing to go through our entire lives being loved by God. We are condemned to be loved by Him forever. We can’t escape it. We have no alternative but to put up with it: this is who God is.

Parents know an example of this principle: when our children were growing up, and our birthday was approaching, most of us gave them money to buy us a present. How do we know how to do this? It is in our DNA. God is the same way; His love is the currency He gives us so that we can love Him more fully. He gives to us the very thing He wants from us!

from “The Language of Promise”
C. 2015. Graham Cooke. http://www.brilliantbookhouse.com

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Let’s pray together: Lord we thank You that You first loved us. We, in ourselves, are incapable of loving You in the manner in which You are worthy to be loved; but You give the promise that we can do all things through Christ Who strengthens us. We choose together to accept Your enabling gift, to let it soak and percolate all through our beings, and to release it back to You. We trust that this very day, You will open up opportunity to share our gifts with others who cross our paths. We love You Lord. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.

Mother’s Day


“Then Jesus answered her, ‘Woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.’   And her daughter was healed instantly.” Matthew 15:28

This is entitled, “Mother’s Creed” by Bonnie Day


The depths of Christian law
She little grasped or understood;
Yet with clear eyes of faith she saw
One shining truth, that God is good.
She could not quote one single line
Or affirmation, tenet, creed;
But how she trusted love Divine
To meet her every human need!


Hers was a plain theology
That love could swiftly comprehend;
Her whole religion was to be
To all who needed her a friend.
The laws of science and of art
She made no claim to understand;
But love was law within her heart
And kindness law into her hand.


A wisdom never learned from books
But tutored by an inward grace
Was written in her very looks
And shone reflected in her face.
In thought profound and creed sublime
She built better that she knew
A doctrine that shall outlast time:
To trust, to love, to be, and do.


Standing at his back door, a little boy was watching three young deer in a meadow. They were oblivious to everything around them, playing, eating grass, licking a salt lick, having a good time. They would not have known if some danger came close.


The mother deer never played; she constantly looked around, protecting the little ones and making sure that they were not in danger. The little boy opened the screen door and started to run toward the small deer. It is very interesting: a mother deer knows when something is a baby and she didn’t feel threatened by the boy. Sure, when the boy got too close, they all ran away, but she knew, that he was a baby.


Well, your mother was the same way with you. You played and had fun and she was always there, like that mother deer, always watching to see that you did not get into too much trouble. Thinking back about your birth – it probably was the most exciting, the happiest day of her life. Have you ever thought about that? The day that you were born was probably the highlight of your mother’s life, or at least one of the highlights. The day that she held you for the first time and looked down into your eyes, that was one of the special times, and one of the times she was closest to God.


It was undoubtedly one of the times she realized the miracle of God and the working of God. You cannot help but know that miracle when you look at a child, especially right after it is born. You know that something much more profound is going on here than meets the eye.


Didn’t you feel that way about your child? You cannot help but feel that way! When you see your baby for the first time, and you count its fingers and toes, and you look at the little fingernails and the eyes, you know that something very special is at work in that child. There is something more than just flesh.


This is entitled “A Tribute to Mom.”


“How beautifully everything is arranged by Nature. Just as soon as a child enters the world, it finds a mother ready to take care of it. Luckily, mothers have been relieved of such duties as milking cows and making butter, so they have been able to move up to family economist, child psychologist, career person, and still cook, too.


“Mothers are the most unselfish, the most responsible people in the world. Motherhood is not a matter of bearing children: that is a biological event. Motherhood is diapers and bottles, clinging hands and endless questions, joyful and foolish tears. But most of all, motherhood is the opportunity to influence the transformation of a child into a remarkable human being.


“Just as breast milk cannot be duplicated, neither can a mother. No one like one’s mother ever lived. Mothering is an art which requires affection, gentleness and understanding, firmness, strength and sacrifice. At the heart of a mother’s sacrifice is the knowledge that one day, she must set her child free. A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary.


“A mother achieves more than one hundred teachers. Where do mothers learn all the things that they tell their children not to do? What on earth would children do if they didn’t have Mother to help them through their troubles? A mother understands what a child doesn’t say. Oh, the inexpressible comfort of feeing safe, of being able to pour out your words and thoughts and knowing that she would sift them, keeping what was worth keeping and parting with the rest.


“Of all the home remedies, having Mother there is the best. As a mother, you serve much longer than you expected. Now, as always, the most automated appliance in the house is you. After all, who wants to try to make a pie like Mother bakes, when it is so much simple to have Mother make it when she’s there.


To bear and rear, to cook and clean, to be instantly available without being underfoot. No wonder the profession is free of male competition.


“It is such a grand thing to be the mother of a mother that the world calls you a grandmother. Just about that time when a woman thinks that her work is done, she becomes both a grandmother and a grand babysitter. A mother never realizes her children are no longer children. No matter how old they are the mother still watches for signs of improvement. In the eyes of its mother, every beetle is a gazelle.


“Mom is much more a magical word than Mother. It holds memories of sunlit rooms and laughter and love beyond the dreams of anyone. Memories of the push and tug it took to keep you to par, to make you more than you thought you could be. And memories of advice that did not fall on deaf ears: I heard you then and I hear you now, and I thank you, Mom, wherever you are, for all that you have done from the bottom of my heart. And we all say, ‘I love you, Mom.’”


Mother love is as strong as life and will make every sacrifice to protect its offspring. This wholehearted self-sacrificing aspect of love indicates a spirit deeper and stronger than the animal or the human and we are forced to admit that it must be part of the divine. For this reason mother love is exalted to take first place in our analysis of the great passion.


Motherhood does not always involve your own children. An example was Mother Teresa. She never had any children of her own. Her motherhood was directed at the homeless people, the abandoned children, the lepers who were dying in great distress, and as she put it, the poorest of the poor.   She was, in every sense, mother to the people of Calcutta, living with and caring for the poor in the order that she founded called The Missionaries of Charity. Mother Teresa said this:


“True love is giving until it hurts, and it’s not how much you give but how much love you put into the giving. Therefore it’s necessary to pray and pray often. The fruit of prayer is deepening of faith. The fruit of faith is love. And love in action is service. So acts of service are acts of peace. Love one another as God loves each one of us.”


Every major religion in the world today talks about honoring your father and your mother. In Judaism, it says:


“My son, keep your father’s commandment and forsake not your mother’s teaching. Bind them upon your heart always. Tie them about your neck. When you walk they will lead you. When you lie down they will watch over you. And when you awake, they will talk to you.”


In Christianity, it says: “For God commanded, saying “Honor thy father and mother.”


Islam says: “Serve and revere your parents. Heaven is spread beneath the feet of mothers everywhere.”


Buddhism says: “Support father and mother. Cherish wife and child.
Follow a peaceful calling. This is the greatest blessing.


Hinduism says: “Honor thy father and mother and forget not the favors thou has received.”


Confucianism says: “If each man would love his parents and show due respect to his elders, the whole empire would show tranquility.”


Have you ever thought, my friends, what it is to honor your mother? To honor your father? Is it to sit at their feet and say, “Mom, fix me another pie because nobody makes pies like you do. I love the way you clean; I love the way you changed my diaper?” Is this honoring her?


Or does honoring your mother mean for you to become what she hoped you would become? To remember again her teachings – those things that she told you in the quiet times that you had together – and then to act in that way. To remember her good attributes and make them a part of your life. That is honoring your mother.


Today, I am going to urge you to do something. Let me read to you from the Bible first. This is what God can do:


“He raises the poor from the dust. He lifts the needy from the ash heap to make them sit with princes and with the princes of his people. He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children.
Praise the Lord!”


This message can be to both the males and females – barren doesn’t mean not having children yourself.


In your mother’s memory – adopt someone, adopt a child to be extra kind to. If you are in retirement, adopt someone, and teach them your trade.


Spread your good through another. I ask for this adoption to be a silent adoption, for you to choose someone who is in your life, right now, or who you pray will be led into your life.


You are going to pass on a bit of yourself. You are going to give and keep on giving. You are going to take that person under your wing and their life will change for the better, and your life will change for the better as you give. You are going to be making difference in the world.   You will be bringing motherhood into a daily realm.
As you do this, you will be a blessing of God.


“Mother’s Day,” by Grace Crowell.


“Let us do today as she would have us do. Let us be clean as she would have us be. Let us be brave and fine and strong and true, fulfilling her dreams for you or her dreams for me. Above the gift is the giver. Let us give the precious substance of our life to make the world a better place.
Because we live let us live warmly for her sake.


“What would your mother choose and what would mine desire as a gift on this her day? Some momentary bauble that would shine or armloads of blossoms that would fade away? These, too, perhaps, but oh how much better fare than gifts to place upon the high shelves would be our lives like some pure steadfast star. Our heart, the golden riches of ourselves.”


Today, we are going to ask God, in our mother’s memory, to send someone to us who we can help, who we can silently mother. That person may be downhearted and may need your cheerfulness. That person may need belief in them. You will know what they need because you will have been through it, and then you can pass help on. Believe me, the moment you pray for this to happen, that person will arrive in your life. In helping that person in your actions, you will see again your mother in your mind’s eye, as she first helped you.


God bless you – Happy Mother’s Day!


This is a repeat of a special writing, especially for mothers by Mr. Chenowerth.