My mom has a Bible that she keeps by her comfy chair in
the living room. Its navy blue case is
faded from the years. The gilt edges of
the pages are long since worn off.
Marked in the margins, between the words, and in the end notes are
thoughts and comments from her years of study.
Though I have probably had more formal Bible training than she has, I am
always astonished when I know some fact about the Bible that she doesn’t. My mom has made a practice for many years to
earnestly study the Bible to know God better.
Mom likes debate.
A lot. Far more than me. But more than debate she likes to know what
is true. Is that really what the Bible
says? Do I agree with the undercurrent
of the message? If not, why? Why do they say that? Why do you think that? All these were questions of my
childhood. And adulthood. My mom pursues truth in the abstract sense
and Truth in Jesus, the Way, Truth, and Life.
She is not content to let untruth simply pass by; it must be addressed
and its foundations shaken.
Theological discussions were extremely common in my
college years. Typically, it was Mom and
my older brother actually engaged in the debate but I listened and learned
too. Mom and Dad both encouraged us to
not merely memorize Scripture but to understand what it means. And with understanding, to apply it.
When we were little, my brothers and I gave Mom an apron
on which we had painstakingly painted the words “My Godly Mom” and signed our
names. I’d make the same for her today.
Conclusion
My mom is awesome.
No, really, she is.
I’ve known it for a long time. Now you know too.
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