Rogate (Easter 6 - Mother's Day)
Delivered By
Pr. Lovett
Delivered On
May 13, 2012
Central Passage
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On Mother's Day


+ On Mother's Day +
In the name of the Father and of the + Son and of the Holy Spirit.


The deceiver has lied to the Church of God and has said that unless women can be pastors then they are second-class citizens and oppressed. The deceiver has lied and said that a woman can do whatever a man can do and a man can do what a woman can do.  But it’s simply not true.  Men can’t give birth: it’s forbidden. Men don’t have relations with each other as they do with a wife: it’s forbidden. Just like it’s forbidden for the sun to go off course or for the sea to overstep its boundary, or for a rock to call itself a tree. Women aren’t pastors because it’s forbidden.  It has nothing to do with ability – many women are better orators and theologians than many men, but none is called by God to the office because of his ability, but by God’s mercy.
But the deceiver has lied and said that it’s ability and desire that are important, not boundaries.  So he’s convinced far too many that men made this up and that a woman has every right to do whatever men do; that she can even do it better! And then the deceiver points us to that which will prove his point. Look, there are men who are attracted to men, see, it’s okay. Look there, there are women who want to be like men! See, it’s okay. And don’t women make better nurturers and caretakers than men? Isn’t that what pastors do? Nurture and take care of the flock? Women are better suited to sympathize than men, they ought to be allowed to be pastors. Never you mind what the Bible says, that was written by men.
My beloved children, don’t listen to the deceiver, he is a liar and when he speaks he lies. Sisters in Christ, the deceiver has tried and is trying to sell you a bill of goods that unless you can be a pastor – not that you even want to be one – but unless you have the right to be one then women can’t serve the Church of God in any real and lasting way. But it’s simply not true.
The right and proper way to address God is Father. Yet all throughout Scripture we find God being compared to mothers. Not because He is a mother, but because the love of a mother is the closest we can come to knowing the love of our Father in heaven. Sisters in Christ, you can teach the saints of God the love of God the Father by being godly mothers and loving your children as the Father has loved you.
A mother goes through what is arguably the greatest natural pain on earth to give birth to her beloved children.  She holds her little son when he is too small and too ignorant to care that she needs just a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. She rocks her little daughter to sleep, and the thanks she gets is baby vomit in her hair and down her back. She makes thousands upon thousands of lunches and more often than not hears, “We’re having this again!”
Then when they are older, they are too embarrassed to kiss her good-bye in front of their school friends. They’re too cool to go to the movies with Mom. They’re too independent to share with her their day; they only mumble back a, “Fine,” or, “Doin’ great.” Yet still she dutifully makes those lunches. Still she drives them to the doctor when they’re sick. Still she calls them her babies and holds them tight when life has gotten the better of them and the world has rejected them. Still she yearns to share life with them, her children.
Not that children don’t love their mothers. They do. But motherhood is about as close as you can get to giving all of yourself all of the time with little or no thanks in return, a godly picture of the love of God the Father who gave all, even His own Son, for the world, but who is rejected and forgotten by the sons of men.  How many fathers have to remind their sons and daughters to go give mom a hug, to say thank you, and to help out around the house? How many children rebel and do the opposite? Not because they don’t love their mother, but because they can’t do those things all the time.
So weak is our ability to love our mothers with the love and affection we ought to love them with that we needed our government to step in and establish “Mothers’ Day”. Established as a day when everyone is supposed to tell dear ‘ol mom how much they love her and how great she is and praise her and shower her with affection.
Yet in truth it’s the lowest common denominator in showing Mom affection and love. But because it is measurable and concrete, we fool ourselves into thinking that if we keep Mother’s Day we’re good children. If we keep Mother’s Day then we can compare ourselves to our siblings, which is why we always try to be the first to call our siblings and ask them if they’ve called Mom yet. And when we’re the sibling that hasn’t called mom, then we dread the phone call of the others.  If we can pull out all the stops on Mother’s Day, if we buy enough flowers and send the right cards and buy the right jewelry, then we can think ourselves good children. But in truth, we so this as much for ourselves as for mom; if not more so, so that tomorrow we won’t feel guilty that we forget about her.
No, we don’t want to actually forget about her. We just don’t want to feel guilty when we don’t call or send flowers or when we don’t make time for her. We don’t want to muster the energy it would take to make every day a Mother’s Day. Indeed, we can’t muster such energy. We ought to. She’s our mother. But we can’t. So we try to make Mother’s Day a day to remember so maybe she won’t remember all the days we forget.
And we hate it when our brothers and sisters ask us about it. Or even when they say nothing about our lack of attention toward mom but we know that they know that we’re not as good as they are about calling or visiting mom. We feel judged. We feel judged by our family and by our mother. But instead of repenting and going to mom and confessing our lack of love and attention, the very thing our mother wants more than anything, we give up or withdraw more and more until we are her children in name only but have little or nothing to do with her outside of the socially appointed days like Mother’s Day, Christmas, and her birthday. All the while your mother is hoping that while your siblings may well be trying to rub it in that you’re not a very good son or daughter, that you will listen to them. Because whatever their intentions – good or evil – she hopes their words will spurn you to come to her and be with her that she might love you! Such is the love of a mother. Such is the love of your heavenly Father.
We don’t like it when the pastor asks us about our church attendance or our tithes or asks probing questions about our life of daily prayer. We don’t like it when our siblings in Christ, our brothers and sisters remind us that the Lord’s Day is the gathering of the faithful, the family reunion of the Spirit; when even if they aren’t, still in our hearts we hear them whisper about how we used to come to church or we used to be good Christians but now we’re not.  We like it all the less when we already know we’re doing as we ought not. We feel judged. So many then withdraw all the more, separating themselves more and more from our heavenly Father who has sent us pastors and preachers and our brothers and sisters in Christ, not to condemn and judge us, but to reconcile us to Himself. No matter their intent – good or evil – our heavenly Father wants you to turn and repent and gather to Him that He might show His love for you! For this is the Father’s love, that He gave His only-begotten Son that you should be called sons of God.
What does it matter what others think of you when you know a mother’s love? What does it matter what others say of you when you hear your mother’s voice? Hear, O children of God, the voice of your heavenly Father that He isn’t here to judge or condemn you, but to love you as a mother loves her children; to feed and nurture, to care for and uphold you, to watch over and to protect you. You are never alone, your Father is with you.
In Nomine Iesu
+ Amen +