A cartoon in the Saturday Evening Post showed a young boy about five or six years old talking on the telephone, saying, "Mom is in the hospital, the twins and Roxie and Billie and Sally and the dog and me and Dad are all home alone."
A small boy went to the lingerie department of a store to purchase a gift for his mother. He bashfully told the clerk that he wanted to buy a slip for his mom but he didn't know her size. The lady explained that it would be helpful if he could describe her--was she fat, thin, short, tall? The youngster replied, "Well, she's just about perfect." So the clerk sent him home with a size 34. A few days later, the mother came to exchange the gift, as it was too small. She needed a size 52! Just about perfect!
When Robert Ingersoll, the notorious skeptic, was in his heyday, two college students went to hear him lecture. As they walked down the street after the lecture, one said to the other, "Well, I guess he knocked the props out from under Christianity, didn't he?" The other said, "No, i don't think he did. Ingersoll did not explain my mother's life, and until he can explain my mother's life I will stand by my mother's God."
Abraham Lincoln said "No man is poor who had a godly mother." "My own mother had only four weeks of formal education, but I will be eternally grateful for the legacy of faith in a personal Savior she so eloquently lived out."
Pastor John Giesbrecht
