There will be no Mother's Day sermon on Sunday. Even though, Sunday is Mother's Day. (Cough, ahem, cough! Don't forget the moms in your life! Especially you husbands and sons out there.) We'll be serving up a big thank you to all the moms, but I won't be preaching a Mother's Day sermon. And that's because, well, I'm a dude.
So what do I know about being a mom? I can speak a little bit about what it means to be a dad. And I can talk generically about being "a parent." But I have no clue what it means to be a good mom. It's the same reason I don't preach on how to be a good fighter pilot. The only thing I know about flying a fighter jet is that, if a MiG's on your tail, you can hit the brakes and he'll fly right by. And, if you're too close for missiles, you'll have to switch to guns. (Thank you, Maverick.) Along the same lines, I know that being a mother is like taking your bottom lip and pulling it over your head. (Thank you, Mr. Cosby. Nice sweater.)
Soooo. Like I said, no Mother's Day sermon. Just a big thank you to all you moms out there. Our kids would be in peril without you. Technically, our kids wouldn't be anything without you.
I thought about asking a mom to preach the sermon on Sunday, but something tells me that might create a few problems. So, how 'bout you moms out there let us hear from you now? The floor is yours. Leave a comment. Tell us what you've learned about being a good mom. What did your mom teach you? Wanna give a shout out to one of our moms at church? Someone you think is doing a great job? Don't be shy! Let's hear it! Gentlemen, you can leave a comment, too, as long you're lavishing praise and not preachifyin'.
Let me just take this chance to thank the mother of my children. I love you, baby. I know it's a cliché to have a dad who always says, "Go ask your mother." But in our case it's just the right thing. You're so much smarter. All that, and you'll be able to handle our kids' medical emergencies while I'm curled up in a fetal position in the corner. What a woman!
So what do I know about being a mom? I can speak a little bit about what it means to be a dad. And I can talk generically about being "a parent." But I have no clue what it means to be a good mom. It's the same reason I don't preach on how to be a good fighter pilot. The only thing I know about flying a fighter jet is that, if a MiG's on your tail, you can hit the brakes and he'll fly right by. And, if you're too close for missiles, you'll have to switch to guns. (Thank you, Maverick.) Along the same lines, I know that being a mother is like taking your bottom lip and pulling it over your head. (Thank you, Mr. Cosby. Nice sweater.)
Soooo. Like I said, no Mother's Day sermon. Just a big thank you to all you moms out there. Our kids would be in peril without you. Technically, our kids wouldn't be anything without you.
I thought about asking a mom to preach the sermon on Sunday, but something tells me that might create a few problems. So, how 'bout you moms out there let us hear from you now? The floor is yours. Leave a comment. Tell us what you've learned about being a good mom. What did your mom teach you? Wanna give a shout out to one of our moms at church? Someone you think is doing a great job? Don't be shy! Let's hear it! Gentlemen, you can leave a comment, too, as long you're lavishing praise and not preachifyin'.
Let me just take this chance to thank the mother of my children. I love you, baby. I know it's a cliché to have a dad who always says, "Go ask your mother." But in our case it's just the right thing. You're so much smarter. All that, and you'll be able to handle our kids' medical emergencies while I'm curled up in a fetal position in the corner. What a woman!