Mother’s Day reminds me of the story about a little boy who was talking to the girl next door. “I wonder what my mother would like for Mother’s Day.”
The little girl answered, “Well, you could promise to keep your room clean and orderly–you could go to bed as soon as she tells you–you could go to her as soon as she calls you–you could brush your teeth after eating–you could quit fighting with your brothers and sisters, especially at the dinner table.”
The boy looked at her and said, “No, I mean something practical.”
One day a crowd of people came to hear Jesus teach. “Jesus,” they said, “give us some advice on how to live that we might please God.” So, he did.
“If anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.”
“No,” they responded, “give us something practical.”
“If anyone would sue you and take your coat, let him have your cloak as well.”
“No,” they answered, “something practical.”
“Give to him that begs from you. Love your enemies. Forgive people their trespasses.”
“No,” they continued, “something practical.”
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neighbor moth nor rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal, for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”
And the people said. . .