Thanks, Mom
Take a moment and pray that the Lord will speak to you in this time of study.
This Week’s Key Verse: Colossians 1:16-17 “For by Him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by Him and for Him. He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together. And He is the head of the body, the church; He is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything He might have the supremacy.”

Devotional today written by Fred Teagle
Today’s title is borrowed from Pastor Nate’s last sermon title, not because I want to teach on the sanctity of marriage or on society’s attacks on the family, though these are very important subjects. But today I just want to express my gratitude to God for my mother. Mom when home to be with Jesus about two years ago, an d I miss her deeply. She, in so many ways, typified the words of Proverbs 31 that it compels “Her children [to] rise up and call her blessed.” (vs 28a)
That my mom was my mom at all calls on a belief in the sovereignty of God. My mom was the daughter of a tenant farmer in Southampton County, Virginia. She came up (as her family would put it) during the Great Depression. She was the only person in her family to graduate high school. That fact opened the door for my existence. My mom was moved by the greatest event of her time, World War II. Her education allowed her to move into a job with Bell Telephone. Her job put her on Little Creek Naval Base where my father mustered out of the Navy at the end of the war. He would come into the phone office to call his fiancé back home in Gloucester County. My father met my mom there in the phone office. His fiancé transferred her affection elsewhere, and my mom and dad became attracted to one another. She had to go home and tell her fiancé that she had fallen in love with someone else. So you see, the fact that I am at all is dependent on the movement of great men and great nations. Like the fact that Jesus was born in Bethlehem, it took the movement of empires for me to be born at all. For this I am grateful.
The fact that my mom married into a family that was staunchly Methodist set up the circumstances for both her salvation and mine. My father had accepted Jesus as a youth, but his Depression upbringing and a growing family to support turned his focus to success. He was, however, a faithful churchman. He tithed and served as a volunteer on the church board. Every time the church doors opened, we were there. My mom was active in the church, but had no relationship with Jesus until her forties. Our pastor brought a program of personal spiritual disciplines to the church called, “Seven Brave Christians.” Mom met Jesus in her bedroom while reading her Bible. Not too long after, she received the baptism in the Holy Spirit. She was transformed. A person so frightened of speaking in public that she would almost faint became a Bible teacher to hundreds at a time, a spiritual mother to countless younger, increasing her reach in God’s kingdom a thousand fold. For this I am grateful.
If there is one verse in the Bible that typified my mother’s ministry (though she would have never dignified what she did with such a term), it would be “Love never fails.” (I Corinthians 13:8a) As my wife says, “Love was Mom’s weapon. She just overwhelmed you with it. You couldn’t resist.” That was because Mom’s love came straight from Jesus. She didn’t generate it. It came straight from the throne of God. She spent hours a day in God presence; reading her Bible, praying and singing in tongues, basking in His glory. A frontal attack of God’s love is overwhelming, but she was not above using guerilla warfare. Her intercessory prayer and her willingness to enlist others’ prayers on your behalf left you almost defenseless against God. I resisted for seven years into adulthood, but as one pastor said, “Fred when I met you it was like seeing a tree that was already cut, but just hadn’t fallen.” For this I am grateful.
I don’t want you to leave thinking my mother had reached total sanctification. She had not. She worried about her children, physically and spiritually. Her faith had breakdowns just like other people. There was no clutch between her brain and her mouth. Her comments could peel the skin right off you. There was never any malice, but it stung nonetheless. She was mighty in faith, but her frailty made her approachable. To quote Dion Demucci, she was “no plaster kind of saint.” For this I am grateful.
My wife and I had the privilege to serve as her caregivers during her decline into Alzheimer’s disease. During that time, as her faculties diminished, what didn’t decrease was her gentle nature and loving disposition. After many other things were gone, scripture still came out of her. Even at the last when my name and identity had faded, her bright smile and grateful spirit were always there to greet me. For this I am grateful.
God gave me so much through my mother; I can never express it all. But her life should be an encouragement, a beacon of hope. Remember, “Love never fails.” For this I am grateful.
Fred Teagle,
KPC Elder
The deeper devotionals this week are based on the message “Thanks, Mom!” by Pastor Nate Atwood at KPC on Sunday, May 13. To hear this message, or others in the series FROM EMPTY TO FULL – Gratitude in a Take-it-for-Granted World, go towww.kpc.org.


