Mothers Day Service
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Momma

You were there when I was a little boy playing Soldier Momma... and you were there when I came home with scraped knees and bloody noses.

You were there when I was covered in mud and wouldn't eat my vegetables Momma... and you were there when I came to you scared in the middle of the night from the storm. "It's just the wind baby..." you would say as you wrapped your arms around me.

When I was too tough for your kisses and too proud for hugs...too cool to be seen with you and too manly to be loved...you were there. "You'll always be my baby..." you would say softly.

When I had a broken heart you held me close and when I went to prom you made sure I looked my best. You fussed over me for hours and I tried to break free. "Sit still and let me help you..." you said so sweetly.

When I enlisted you wept. When I called home and told you that your boy was now a man, you just smiled on the other end of the line and said: "You'll always be my little boy..."

When I went to war you stayed quiet and it confused me. I wondered often if you cared; it wasn't until I came home I noticed all the new gray hair. "Welcome home son..." you said through teary sobs.

I put you through such hell. I called you names and I drank. You made me grow up instead of coddling me. You wouldn't let me come home until I understood that I wasn't defeated, I still had strength and I could still act. You let me fall only to show me that I could get up and keep going...the way you raised me to be. You wouldn't let me give up. You wouldn't let me quit. And when I was finally ready, you were there, waiting with open arms. "I knew you could do it..." you said softly.

Oh Momma, how can I ever Thank You? How much do I owe you? How can I ever tell you how much your Strong Love has meant to me? "You just did..."

Happy Mothers Day Momma.

The Lesson of the Day is from 1 Kings, Ch. 3, v. 16-28:

Your Majesty, this Woman and I live in the same house. Not long ago my baby was born at home, and three days later her baby was born. Nobody else was there with us.

One night while we were all asleep, she rolled over on her baby, and he died. Then while I was still asleep, she got up and took my son out of my bed. She put him in her bed, then she put her dead baby next to me.

In the morning when I got up to feed my son, I saw that he was dead. But when I looked at him in the light, I knew he wasn’t my son.

“No!” the other woman shouted. “He was your son. My baby is alive!”

“The dead baby is yours,” the first woman yelled. “Mine is alive!”

They argued back and forth in front of Solomon, until finally he said, “Both of you say this live baby is yours. Someone bring me a sword.”

A sword was brought, and Solomon ordered “Cut the baby in half! That way each of you can have part of him.”

“Please don’t kill my son,” the baby’s mother screamed. “Your Majesty, I Love him very much, but give him to her. Just don’t kill him.”

The other woman shouted, “Go ahead and cut him in half. Then neither of us will have the baby.”

Solomon said, “Don’t kill the baby.” Then he pointed to the first woman, “She is his real mother.
Give the baby to her.”

Everyone in Israel was amazed when they heard how Solomon had made his decision. They realized that GOD had given him wisdom to judge fairly.

Here ends the Lesson.

Happy Mothers Day to all of our mothers who stood silently by and watched as their baby boys went into harms way again and again. And here's to all the mothers who lit the candles that are forever burning for sons and daughters who never returned. May they be reunited some day in the fields of Valhalla on the plains of Heaven.

Let us pray:
May The Lord bless you and keep you;
May The Lord make His Face shine on you and be ever graceful unto you;
In The Name of The Father, The Son, And The Holy Spirit,
Amen.
- Preacher