Category: Mother’s Day
C.H. Spurgeon on Mothers—Like Cat like Kit
Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892) was an English Baptist pastor known for his powerful preaching and extensive writing. Below is an excerpt titled “Like Cat Like Kit” from his publication, John Ploughman’s Pictures or Plain Talk for Plain People, which is filled with pithy and proverbial admonitions...
The Morning Star of Wittenberg: Katharina von Bora Luther
The reformer Martin Luther said he married for several reasons: to make his father happy, to rile the pope, make the angels laugh and the devil weep, and to seal his testimony. He made no mention of romantic love; in fact, one of Luther’s biographers suggested...
The Reluctant Mother: Amy Carmichael
We can’t always identify life-changing moments as they occur. When a little Indian girl named Preena crawled into Amy Carmichael’s lap and called her “Amma” (or “mother” in Tamil) for the first time, neither of them could have known that this simple act would change both...
Game Turned Shame: I Actually Bought It!
Many moons ago, when I was in college, I went with a few friends to the neighboring city of Hot Springs, Arkansas. At one time there were more millionaires in Hot Springs than anywhere in the country. I was not one of them. We ambled along...
She Loved It!
She loved it! The deep blue four-inch vase sat in her glass cabinet for thirty years until her death. I’m convinced that she loved it more every year she lived. She didn’t have to say much about it. Just that fact that it sat there among...
Moms, You Need Jesus
After a lifetime observing what moms do, I’ve come to some important conclusions. Motherhood is difficult, tiring, rewarding and fulfilling all at the same time, and as much as I appreciate my mom and now my wife, I don’t want the job. Moms, we love you....
Memories of Mothers
Flipping though the scrapbook pages of our memories just a week ago turned up images of several mothers. Page one opened at Deal Cemetery in Ladelle, Arkansas. Mary’s mother, grandmother and great-grandmother are all buried there. And though never a mother herself, our daughter Jenny occupies...
