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The Nameless Mother With Great Faith
Contributed by Bruce Howell on Apr 24, 2001 (message contributor)
Summary: A mother who possessed certain qualities that caused Jesus to praise her deep level of faith.
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The Nameless Mother With Great Faith
Matt 15:21-28
21 Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon.
22 A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, "Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is suffering terribly from demon-possession."
23 Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, "Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us."
24 He answered, "I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel."
25 The woman came and knelt before him. "Lord, help me!" she said.
26 He replied, "It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to their dogs."
27 "Yes, Lord," she said, "but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table."
28 Then Jesus answered, "Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted." And her daughter was healed from that very hour.
PRESSURES ON MOM TODAY are greater than ever. Its got to be the toughest job in the world. Just think of what’s expected of her in our success-driven society:
Have a successful career
Keep the house spotless
Raise perfect children
Be a great cook
Look like a model
Be a charming hostess and conversationalist
She cooked the breakfast first of all,
Washed the cups and plates.
Dressed the children and made sure
Stockings all were mates.
Combed their hair and made their beds,
Sent them our to play;
Gathered up their motley toys,
Put some books away.
Dusted chairs and mopped the stairs,
Ironed an hour or two;
Baked a jar of cookies and a pie,
Then made a pot of stew.
The telephone rang constantly,
The doorbell did the same;
A youngster fell and stubbed his toe
And then the laundry came.
She picked up blocks and mended socks,
Then she polished up the stove;
And when her husband came at six
He said, “I envy you!
It must be nice to sit at home
Without a thing to do!”
THERE WAS A STUDY by attorney Michael Minton on the monetary value of a wife’s services in the home. First he listed the various functions she performs:
Chauffeur
Gardener
Family counselor
Maintenance worker
Cleaning woman
Housekeeper
Cook
Errand runner
Bookkeeper
Interior decorator
Caterer, dietician, secretary, hostess
Using this impressive list of housewife’s work in today’s labor market, He came up with $985/week. That’s $51,220/year!
THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN conducted a nationwide survey several years ago in which they asked thousands of girls between the ages of 11 and 18 what they would like to be in adult life. A surprising 80% expressed a desire to be like their mothers!
It has been said that no other force in the life of a son is as strong as the influence of a mother.
Illus.: “A Lesson on Magnets”
A teacher had just given her 2nd grade class a lesson on magnets. Now came the question session. She asked the class, “My name starts with an M and I pick up things. What am I?” A little boy shot up his hand and said, “A mother!”
Hey moms! Have you ever thought of going on strike? I saw a story on TV about a woman who did just that. She was tired of all the chores around the house, done on behalf of her spouse and children with no offer of help and no thanks. After warning them, she finally decided not to lift another finger until the rest of the family pitched in. It only took a few hours to get action.
Did you hear about the fellow that wrote the following lament to his wife on Mother’s Day?
M is for the mink coat you want, dear.
O is for the opal ring you crave.
T is for the tiny car you’d love, my sweet.
H is for the hat that makes you rave.
E is for the earrings you’d admire, love.
R is for the rug on which you’d tread.
Put them all together, they spell bankrupt,
So I’m giving you this handkerchief instead.
Illus.: “My Mother is the Light of the World”
A little boy forgot his lines in a S. S. presentation. His mother was in the front row to prompt him. She gestured and formed the words silently with her lips, but it didn’t help. Her sons’ memory went blank. Finally, she leaned forward and whispered the cue, “I am the light of the world.” The boy’s face lit up and with great feeling and a loud and clear voice he said, “My mother is the light of the world.”
YOU KNOW THIS THING ABOUT PRESSURE FOR MOMS IS REALLY NOTHING NEW.