Mother’s are Extra Special with Marion Bannerman

Mother’s Day Message:     Mother’s are Extra Special

          We have come together this morning for two primary reasons,  First, and foremost is to honor the Lord Jesus Christ with our worship.  The other, is to honor our mothers, grandmothers and the mothers of our children.

These are lifetime tasks, neither of which can be confined to a one hour worship service.  Telephone companies tells us that Mother’s Day is by far their busiest day of the year. 

It is a day for greetings and expressions of love.  It is also a day for remembering.

I do not believe that anything has ever been said or ever will be said that is eloquent enough, or expressive enough to articulate the true value of a mother….

One mother says,  “The joy of motherhood is what a woman experiences  when all the children are finally in bed.

A mother talking to an old collage friend said, “Remember, before I was  married I had 3 theories about raising children?
Well, now I have 3 children and no theories.”

A mother has the fascinating ability to be almost everywhere at once and she alone can somehow squeeze an enormous amount of living into a 24 hour day.

A man was walking along a California beach and stumbled across an old lamp.  He picked it up, rubbed it – and out popped a genie.  The genie said, OK.  Four People have released me from the lamp this month and I’m getting a little sick of these wishes, so can you forget about three.

You only get one wish.”

The man thought about it for a while and said, “I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, but I am afraid to fly and I get sea sick.  Could you build me a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over there for a vacation?”

The genie laughed and said, “That’s impossible.  Think of the logistics of that feat!   How would the supports ever reach the bottom of the Pacific Ocean?  The Answer is NO….think of another wish.”

The man thought about it and said, “I have been dating for years and the women I date always say that I do not care and that I am insensitive.

So, I wish I could fully understand women…to know exactly how they feel and know exactly what they are thinking..”

The genie paused than said, “Do you want that bridge with 2 lanes or 4 lanes?”

A mother has the angelic voice of a member in the celestial choir as she sings a lullaby to a babe help lovingly in her arms.

Yet, this same voice can dwarf the sound of an amplifier when she calls the children for supper or cheers them on at a game.  

And a mom can be tough when she needs to be.  A drill sergeant was frustrated in his efforts to make a soldier out of a certain recruit.  The  trainee lagged behind on marches, used any excuse to go on sick call, grumbled constantly about the food and never made his bunk properly.

But one day, a noticeable change took place in the young man’s attitude.  When asked to what he attributed the solder’s change in attitude, the drill sergeant explained,  “Threats and punishment didn’t work, so I had to resort to the ultimate weapon:  I called his mother!” 

A mother is considered “old fashioned” to her teenager; just “MOM” to her third-grader; and simple “Mama” to the little two-year old

It is hard to find free time as a mom.

There was a Cartoon that portrayed a three-year old, freckled-faced boy in the hallway.  His pajamas are unsnapped, his diaper is bagging, and he has a little teddy bear dangling in this hand.  He is 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.” 

One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink.  She suddenly noticed that her mother had several stands of white hair sticking out in contrast  on her brunette head.

“Why are some of your hairs white, MOM?” she asks.

Her mother replied, “Well, every time you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turn white”.  The little girl pondered about that for awhile, then asked, “So how come all of Grandma’s hairs are white?” 

Grandmothers can be extra special.  A third grader expressed some like this….Grandmothers don’t have to do anything except be there.

They are old so they shouldn’t have to play hard and they shouldn’t run.

It is enough if they drive us to the market where the pretend horse is and have a lot of quarters.

They take us for walks, they should slow down past things, like pretty leaves,  butterflies and caterpillars.

They should never say “Hurry up!”

Usually grandmother’s are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes.

They wear glasses and funny underwear.

They can take their teeth out.

When they read to us, they don’t skip parts of the story or mind reading 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.

Almost all of us have fond memories of our families mothers, grandmothers and of home.  And although my mother has been gone for 10 years now, I have so many precious memories of her.

Mother & Home when you mention one you just automatically think of the other.  And when most of us think of home we forget the trouble that may surround us and remember the sounds and sights and smells of home.  Of screen doors banging in the summer time, the aroma of cookies just out of the over, or the smell of our favorite meal baking in the oven.

Home – we enjoy a sense of acceptance there, of being loved.

Few things are more tender that a mother’s hug or compassionate touch.

Someone pointed out that of the 69 kings of France only 3 were really loved by their subjects.  And these 3 were the only ones reared by their mothers, and not by tutors or guardians.  It just may be true  - what Napoleon said, “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.”

The writer of Hebrews reminds us to, “…encourage one another daily….”

And again, the Scriptures in 1st Thessalonians commands us:  “Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.

One day 5 prisoners sat looking at a magazine in the prison library.  One said, “I wish my mother has a house like the one in that ad.”

Another took the magazine & flipping through the pages, remarked, “That’s what I wish my ma had….a car like that so she could come and see me once in awhile..”

They passed it around until it came to a prisoner named {Bill.”  Bill just sat there.  Finally, he spoke, “I wish,”  his voice sounded as if it were going to break, “that my mother had a good son.”

I would like to close with this poem entitled…..

Happy Mother’s Day

Today’s your day

So listen up!

Just sit right there

And don’t get up!

You’ve earned the right

To stay in bed

And not get dressed,

Or comb your head!

Just take it easy

Don’t feel bad.

If you need anything…

               Just holler   “DAD”!!           

  Author:  Jill Neugebauer