“Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you, so that you may live long and that it may go well with you in the land the Lord your God is giving you.

• Deuteronomy 5:16

If you come across a bird’s nest beside the road, either in a tree or on the ground, and the mother is sitting on the young or on the eggs, do not take the mother with the young. You may take the young, but be sure to let the mother go, so that it may go well with you and you may have a long life.

• Deuteronomy 22:6-7

Taking the two Scriptures together, both have a promise of long life, yet no politician today can define the term “woman.”  The secular progressive (really regressive) culture today seeks to destroy the nuclear family, wanting to prohibit the terms mother and father.  As a result, some mothers are adapting the term birthing parent so that they can ignore any other aspect of parenting the child.

My feeling is that all their schemes have the same root, to totally turn away from God.

But on this day, the secular progressives are mute, at least in part.  The mothers out there want their jewelry, roses, candy, and breakfast in bed.  The last was what our boys loved doing.  I would supervise as they made breakfast.  Of course, their mother had taught them in advance.  It was a big deal to fix a tray and present it to my wife who had already been up for quite some time, but she was sure to be in bed when the boys came through the door.

My mother met my physical needs.  She would tell me that was her way of showing love.  She was cold, but I honored her and tried to do something special for her on Mother’s Day.  Her mother was my favorite person in the entire world until I met my wife, who, from a temperament point of view, was a carbon copy of my mother’s mother.  The old adage of a boy marrying his mother skipped a generation for me.

My grandmothers showed their love in different ways, but you never doubted whether they loved you.

And now, my mother has been gone for 13 years, her mother for about 40 years, and my wife for one year.  But I think there are pieces within me from each of them, and I will carry those pieces with me until the day that I pass away myself.

For all those mothers out there.  I wish you a …

Happy Mother’s Day.

May God bless you each day of the year.

Soli Deo Gloria.  Only to God be the Glory.