“And God said, Let us make
man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion…over all the
earth…So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him;
male and female created he them. And God blessed them, and God said unto them,
Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth…” (Genesis
1:26-28, Holy Bible, KJV)
The evidence of God’s glory are
far too numerous to count, the Earth a myriad of wonders and fascinations, each
a testament to the power God’s love for His creations. To lay outside on a
clear, dark night, and gaze up into the heavens and witness the brilliance of
billions of shining stars casting their light upon us, with the realization
that the light that at that moment shimmers in our eyes has traveled years,
decades, even millennia to reach us, is to stand in awe at the majesty of God’s
creations. Can one look out across the vastness of oceans, the depths of
canyons, the height of mountains, and all of the splendors that cover the Earth
and truly doubt that some loving, powerful being far greater than ourselves has
given us a tiny glimpse of what heaven must be like?
God himself declared mankind as
the greatest of all of His creations, given dominion over the earth and all creatures
upon its face, for their nourishment, edification, and joy. God created the
Earth, separating light from darkness, water from land, covering the Earth with
flowers and trees, with beasts of the field and fowl of the air, finally
placing man upon it, in the form of Adam. Yet as glorious as all these things
were, God looked upon all He had wrought and saw His work was not complete. In
the final, crowning achievement of His creation, a testament to His glory and
the wisdom of His ways, God gave unto Adam an helpmeet, the woman Eve, for He
saw that “it is not good that man should
be alone.”
And how right he was! What would
man be without woman? Without woman, man would be left to his own brutishness,
devoid of the calming and nurturing influences which are the natural
disposition and gifts of woman. Without woman, man would not exist, for it is
she who nurtures mankind in her womb. It is she that succors the helpless child
on her breast, giving each that nectar of life needed for survival. It is she
that with love, patience, and long-suffering, is the primary provider of the
training and development of her child, raising her children until they are
ready to be out of their own, where they will find a mate of their own,
continuing the infinite path laid by God, bringing children of their own into
the world.
Our world today has in many ways
distanced itself from the traditions of our parents and grandparents. The
morality and institutions once universal among us have been replaced by a
mélange of multiculturalism, which rejects the wisdom of our forefathers in
favor of a more “enlightened” acceptance of all cultures as equal. In this new
cultural reality, we are often told that women should shun, or at least delay,
the role of mother in favor of making their mark in the business world, or in a
variety of other endeavors. Yet while there is certainly greatness and
accolades to be found in such endeavors, which are often a necessity, I wonder
if we have lost sight of what is truly great and glorious on this Earth that
God gave us.
I believe mothers have the most
vital, yet least appreciated job in the world. Looking back upon my life, I
know unequivocally that had it not been for the depth of my mother’s influence
in my life, for the powerful lessons she taught me in the thirteen
cancer-shortened years that I was blessed to be with her, I would be a much
different man today. It was her sweet disposition in the face of terminal
cancer, poverty, and a difficult marriage, that provided an example for me of
grace in the face of painful trials. It was she who, despite never graduating
high school, taught me a love of reading and a thirst for knowledge that has
stayed with me throughout my life. It was she who taught me that a man can be
without a penny to his name and still be rich, provided his name is unmarred by
evidence of dishonesty or infidelity in word of deed. It was she who taught me
the value of hard work, of sacrifice, of charity, obedience, and thrift. It was
she who taught me the true measure of a man is not in the acquisition of
material wealth, or worldly honors, but in how he treats the poor and
downtrodden who can neither hurt nor help him. It was she that taught me that
God allows us to suffer through trials, often deeply painful, not because He
doesn’t love us, but because He knows that we only grow through the purifying
flames of the refiner’s fire.
Just six years later, at the
tender age of nineteen, I married my beautiful bride, Jennifer. We were barely
more than children when we met at fourteen, and she a stunning beauty that she
took my breath away. I literally stood there staring, mouth slightly open,
making a fool of myself. This being shortly after the death of my mother, I was
also a bit of an emotional wreck. Yet she saw something in me worthwhile, and
my life has been richer for her willingness to take a chance on a young man of
little worldly consequence, with not much to offer other than my devotion to
her.
Nine months later I became a
father, and my world would forever change. Due to a bit of chaos at the
hospital, and with not a little fear, I delivered my son. What a precious,
fragile creature he was! What an incredible specimen of quite strength was my
wife. It was a truly humbling experience, but from that moment on I knew that
my life would be dedicated to the happiness and protection of my wife, my
firstborn son, and the three sons and four daughters that would follow.
Over the last twenty-one years, I
have watched as my wife has worked endless hours, sacrificed so much of her
labor, her sleep, her compassion and emotion, to taking care of her family. I
remember my bride, not even twenty years old, as she bathed, fed, and nurtured
my son. Eighteen years later I felt the icy knife of fear pierce my breast as I
stood immobile, surrounded by doctors and nurses, some frantically trying to
save my last child, Echo, who was blue and not breathing, even as others tended
to my wife, who was struggling after a traumatic delivery. In that moment of
indecision, torn between staying with my wife, or following my daughter as the
doctors rushed her to the NICU while pumping oxygen into her lungs, my wife
made the decision for me, screaming “Go with Echo, and don’t leave her for
anything!”
God heard my frightened pleas,
and both survived with no ill effects, but in that moment of uncertainty, with
both lives in danger, my wife gave no thought to herself, but only to saving
that precious child she’d brought into the world.
In John 15:13, our savior, Jesus
Christ, declared “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for
his friends.” Not knowing the extent of the danger to either, in that
moment my wife was willing to give up her life for that of her child. That
would come as no surprise to anyone who knows her, for her entire adult life has
been spent in the service of her family, forming our children in her womb,
providing life-sustaining nourishment, tending to their illnesses, teaching
them eternal principles, educating them, and in every way tending to their
needs. Though she has not been called upon to sacrifice her life for them, I
have no doubt that she would. Instead, she has dedicated her life to being a
wife and a mother, to raising righteous children, and to wielding her powerful
influence for good on a husband who would be far less of a man without her
tenderness and love.
God’s majesty is shown in all of
His creations, but the crown jewel of them all is woman, whom we call wife and
mother. May we take time today to show our love and appreciation for them, and
thank God for such tender mercies.