Mother’s Day is over, but for some, the emotions –happy or sad – linger.

I recently spent some time with a young friend who is struggling with her role in the family and in the Church. Her feelings were exacerbated by the calendar – Mother’s Day happened to be the next Sunday. 

She’s been married eight years and is watching her friends start and grow their families. Although she wants to be a mother, it doesn’t seem to be God’s plan for her at this time.

This past Sunday I saw a host of Mother’s Day posts on Facebook. Most proclaimed gratitude for their moms and mothers-in-law, or lovingly blessed the children who call them “Mom.” Many longed for one more opportunity to hug a mom who is no longer with them. One writer-friend wrote, “praying for those for whom Mother’s Day comes with tears.” Someone else wrote a blog post explaining why she avoids church that day. She could no longer deal with the pitying looks because she remained seated when the pastor asked all the mothers to stand.

Mother’s Day passed with mixed emotions for me, too. I’m committed to the Lord and to His Church, yet there are times I, too, wonder how I fit into the body of Christ, especially in light of the emphasis on women’s roles as moms. Don’t get me wrong. I love my mom, and I have the utmost admiration for the eternal contribution of women who have poured their lives into raising future generations.

As a woman and a teacher, however, I’m sometimes filled with doubt. I teach a weekly Bible study class of 180+ women. When I was first asked into this role, I wondered what I could offer mothers and grandmothers in the way of encouragement. After all, what did I know about conceiving life? Or the pains of labor? Or watching a living, breathing piece of my heart walk around outside my body? Is it possible for a woman who is not a mother to still have an eternal contribution?

When I turn to God’s Word during these times, my encouragement does not come from women in the Bible. Instead, I draw comfort from the apostle Paul. This godly man, who did not appear to have physical children of his own, often used parental terms as he wrote to believers. 

• He cared for them as a loving mother might:

“Just as a nursing mother cares for her children, so we cared for you. Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well” (I Thessalonians 2:7-8).

• He disciplined them as a tender father would:

“I do not write these things to shame you, but as my beloved children I warn you” (I Corinthians 4:14). 

• He trained up the next generation of Christian believers and leaders:

“Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the command of God our Savior and of Christ Jesus our hope, to Timothy my true son in the faith” (I Timothy 1:1-2).

• He poured himself out without reservation for his spiritual children:

“I will not be a burden to you, because what I want is not your possessions but you. After all, children should not have to save up for their parents, but parents for their children. So I will very gladly spend for you everything I have and expend myself as well. If I love you more, will you love me less?” (II Corinthians 12:14-15).

I may not be a mom in the physical sense, but my prayer is that, like Paul, I will use the gifts God gave me to draw people to Him, encourage His children, and give Him all the glory.

This past Mother’s Day may have been a joy for you or it may have been a bittersweet day that you’re glad is over for another year. Either way, may you know the contentment of being and doing exactly what God has called you to be and do, right where you are. Exercising the gifts He gave you for His glory – whatever they are – is indeed your eternal contribution…and mine, too!

For every mother who sacrificed for her children.

For every mother who has been her children’s greatest cheerleader.

For every mother who challenged her children to be the best they can be.

For every mother who gave more of herself than she thought possible.

For every mother who wondered if it was all worth it, this video clip is for you:

And yet, as moving as this video is, every mother has an even greater calling. A calling to teach her children that:

As much as you love them, Someone else loves them more.

As much as you want them to succeed, Someone else has given them eternal purpose.

As much as you want the best for them, Someone else already gave His best for them.

As much as you would give your life for them, Someone else already has.

Most of all, teach your children:

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. (John 3:16)

Teach them these things, and you can be certain that, it is, indeed, all worth it.

Happy Mother’s Day!

I’ve been thinking about crutches lately. Maybe it’s because my Bible class recently finished studying the account of Jacob in the book of Genesis. After he wrestled with God, Jacob was left with a limp. I wonder, did he require the use of a crutch after that experience? 

Physical aids aren’t the only types of crutches. I’ve been told many times that “religion is a crutch.” Anyone ever tell you that? It’s usually said with a condescending tone, inferring that only weak, foolish people need it.

When did using a crutch become something to be ashamed of? Would you rather walk on a broken leg and compromise the healing process or walk with the support of a crutch while the bone heals stronger than before? 

Crutches provide strength and stability to those who need it. Which brings me to Christianity. Christians believe Christ is the answer to the biggest need they will ever have: the need to deal with the sin that separates them from their holy Creator. They cling to the only solution for this problem: the sinless life, substitutionary death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Those who call Christianity a “crutch” believe they have it all together. They have no need for a savior because there is nothing they need saving from. But is this a realistic view of life? 

Do you know anyone who truly has it all together?

A thought-life that is totally under control?

Never lost their temper?

Never a word spoken inappropriately?

No bad habits?

Never a selfish motive?

No faults at all?

Of course not. Because every one of us is broken in some way. We all fall short of a perfect God. Why wouldn’t we want to receive the only solution to our problem? Wouldn’t it be foolish not to? 

Even if one does not believe in God, is it reasonable to believe this world is all there is? That life is a cosmic accident, and we live and die with no more purpose than a hamster racing to nowhere on its wheel? From my perspective, it takes more faith to believe this than to believe God created the world – and us – for an eternal relationship with Him.

I’m not a Christian because I’m strong and have it all together. I’m a Christian because I’m weak and admit I need a Savior. I’m a Christian because my “crutch” makes me healthy and whole. My relationship with Christ gives my life meaning far beyond my brief time on this earth. 

Jesus once said, “Healthy people don’t need a doctor—sick people do. I have come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those who know they are sinners and need to repent” (Luke 5:31-32 NLT).

Who needs a crutch? I’m not ashamed to say I do.  Do you?