Mothers' Day - A Tribute

By Pastor Luke Jones |  May 1, 2018

I thank God, whom I serve, as my ancestors did, with a clear conscience, as night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers.  Recalling your tears, I long to see you, so that I may be filled with joy.  I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.  For this reason, I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands.  (2nd Timothy 1:3-6)
Like Timothy, I am blessed beyond measure to have grown up in a strong Christian family.  Both of my parents love the Lord and have loved each other and their three sons with the love of the Lord my entire life.  Though it is difficult to separate my mother’s influence on me from my father’s because they raised me together an in excellent partnership with each other, today I honor my mother, Colleen Jones.

It was my mother who taught my brother Ben and I when we were at each other’s throats that friends would come and go from our lives, but he and I will always be brothers whether we like each other or not so we might as well become friends.  It took us a few years to master that, but by the time we were in high school together, we had pulled it off.  Although we now live several states apart, Mom’s persistence with us has meant that I have lifetime friends in both of my brothers.  Thank you, Mom.

After the Loma Prieta earthquake in October of 1989, it was my mother who carried us one at a time over piles of broken glass and crockery.  We had been eating lunch in the kitchen when the quake hit, shaking all the mugs off a wall-mounted mug rack and throwing her collection of “precious moments” figurines to the floor.  If I remember correctly, she was barefoot.  Mom, originally a Michigan girl and not very used to earthquakes, must have been terrified, but she gave us courage.  Thank you, Mom.

I can’t count the number of times I have seen my mother get up to lead worship, to teach the Bible, to pray with the hurting, and to open her mouth and let God speak through her.  She has always had a passion for children’s ministry and has frequently dressed up and played the part of the Biblical character she wanted to teach about.  She taught me that even if you are nervous, there’s no reason to be afraid of being in front of others if you are speaking for the Lord.  You do your best to prepare, then trust that God will do the talking.  Thank you, Mom.

My mom told me that every generation in a family that serves God can do a little better than the generation that came before so that the next generation, if they choose to follow God, will be that much stronger.  She said if I continued to follow God and if I chose to get married and have kids, I would be a better parent than she and my dad were because I could start with all the things God had helped them to get right and learn a few more things from God on top of that.  I disagree.  I don’t think I could possibly be a better parent or a better Christian than my parents.  Thank you, Mom.  I love you.

-        Luke