There was a day when a child was assumed to be safe when it was with it’s mother, or dad but lately there are so many stories about parents leaving young children in cars alone, one that died not far from my house, a little girl starved to death and then put in a barrel and burned in an attempt to hide her body. As I was thinking about this tonight after seeing another mother standing in front of a judge for leaving her two year old in her car while she was in the courthouse on another charge, I remembered a news item from a few years ago. When I saw this news item I wanted to climb on my roof with a bullhorn and scream for justice to be done on the behalf of a tiny little five year old who was sold as a sex slave to a man by her own mother. The man she sold her to took this innocent little child to a motel and raped her until she died. Oh GOD!
There is an old song that we used to hear around Mother’s Day: M is for the Many things she gave me, O Means only that she’s growing Old. T Is for the Tears she shed to save me, H Is for her 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. When this song was written in 1915 it probably really meant something, and I am sure it still does to the majority of us who are mothers. I think it started in the sixties when the skirts got so short that late night comedians joked about how a kid could no longer hold on to his mother’s skirt because it was too short for the child to reach. Mothers began being flower children and letting their children come and go as they pleased while they were laying in rooms full of people practicing “free love” and taking trips on LSD. Then abortion became legal to give a woman a choice about what happened to her own body meaning she could kill the child maybe not realizing that the soul she carried within her had gone back to God.
Psalm 31:26-29 “She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.”
The writer described what a wife and mother should be and God knows we are not all perfect, obviously I am not, I am divorced!
God formed us and knew us before we were born, and we, as parents, should try to protect that perfect gift, the child. Psalm 139: 13-16 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit-by-bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, the days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.
There are women who have given birth to a child but will never be a real mother as the women that sold her child could not be called a mother by anyone’s description and certainly not by God’s!
The refrain of a song written by Frances J. Crosby in 1868 says: Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast; There by His love o’ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest.
So tonight I am thinking of all the little children that need help, will you agree with me in prayer for them?
I hope I have not offended anyone, you either hate me or love me right now, I have delivered my soul.