Still, it was the blackest day of Mary’s life. The joy of the Annunciation years before was completely eclipsed, because now her precious Son was dying right before her eyes.
Not only was she overwhelmed with grief, but also sickened with the awesome spectacle of the Crucifixion.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow points out, “Even He who died for us upon the Cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother.”
Longfellow continues, “... [He taught] us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought — the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for Heaven.”
The Bible faithfully records the lives of mothers as they were lived. It graphically depicts godly women as well as the godless.
The Word unveils the holiness and consecration of Elizabeth, the mother of John the Baptist, while it also unfalteringly reveals the debauchery of Jezebel, mother of Ahaziah.
The Bible says, “And he [Ahaziah] did evil in the sight of the Lord, and walked in the way ... of his mother” (1 Kings 22:52). A boy has a poor chance of knowing true happiness when his mother tramples God under foot.
A mother has unfathomable influence on her offspring. Ezekiel reminds us that, “As is the mother, so is her daughter” (16:44).
Remember Hannah? What a contrast to Jezebel! After intently seeking God for a child, when he came she named him Samuel and gave him back to the Lord. As a young child, Samuel served in God’s house and lived there, helping the High Priest.
The Bible says, “His mother made him a little coat and brought it to him from year to year” (1 Samuel 2:19). What love and compassion are reflected in that verse!
Concerning motherhood Hattie Vose Hall wrote:
Gone is the builder’s temple,
Crumbled into dust; . . .
But the temple the mother builded
Will last while ages roll,
For that beautiful, unseen temple
Was a child’s immortal soul
James Harlow wrote of Susan Koerner Wright, mother of Wilbur and Orville Wright, inventors of the airplane. Wife of a United Brethren minister, Susan was a pattern for piety in the parsonage.
She labored daily to not only be a good mother, but also a help to her sons. That relationship continued throughout her life.
It was the $300 she had carefully saved and then gave to her sons that started Wilbur and Orville in a bicycle business which developed into the flying machine invention.
Leonardo da Vinci had one time prophesied: “The human bird shall take his first flight filling the world with amazement.” Wilbur and Orville Wright brought his prophecy to fruition.
In a sense, every great plane that drones overhead is a tribute to Susan Koerner Wright, a godly mother.
Billy Graham said: “The influence of a mother upon the lives of her children cannot be measured. They know and absorb her example and attitudes when it comes to questions of honesty, temperance and kindness.”
On Mother’s Day this year (Sunday) we will have precious memories of our mothers. On this day of rich recollections and fragrant recall, we will bless the Lord for our mothers.
No one was ever more interested in us nor more devoted to us than our mothers. Little wonder that when a member of Old Park Avenue Methodist Church, Philadelphia, began a drive to set aside a day annually to honor the mothers of our land, she soon succeeded.
That woman, Miss Anna Jarvis, began the movement in 1908 by inviting a little company to join her in a service of memory and appreciation on the first anniversary of her mother’s death.
Then on May 8, 1914, by a formal act, Congress set aside a day for America to pay special tribute to our mothers, “for public expression of our love and reverence for the mothers.”
Edwin Arnold said, “God can’t be always everywhere and so He invented mothers.” There is something so understanding, so sublime about the love of a mother that it was of necessity placed there by Deity.
Mothers, and especially the aged, are worthy of deep respect. Mary Brine said, “She is somebody’s mother, boys, you know, for all she’s aged and poor and slow.”
Mothers love, intercede for, and have faith in their families. While speaking of the sanctity of mothers, Coleridge concluded, “A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.”