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The Ideal M o ther B y D r . G. B. YpuNG (Seattle, Wash.)
j T he I nfluence of H er P resence The first is that tremendous-influence-which-she wields, over her children simply by her presence in itfae home.' Who can measure the power of silent forces? As we ascend the Hudson River, on either side of us rise moun tains which increase in height as we proceed. They utter not a word, and yet who can be unimpressed by their majesty and might? We walk through earth’s gar
HE traveler through the Near East constantly" hears the word adet. Translated into English, it means “custom.” Surely adet plays a large part in the life of the Orient. Just as certainly it, also fills a large place in the Occident. Customs, old and . new......have...Their_per suasive power over both individuals and...groups. Of the riew^customs which have arisen in America during the
last few years, one of the finest is that of setting aside a special day each year when the entire nation pays tribute to motherhood. The day thus set apart has come to be nationally known as “Mother’s Day.” What a beautiful custom it i s ! It stirs our imagination, warms our hearts, kindles anew the fires of devotion in the homes of our land/ f Surely this custom has come to abide, for who are more worthy o f honor than the mothers of our jnuntry.? Abraham Lincoln said, “All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my mother.” Is not this true with us all? Is not the old adage correct which says, “The hand that rocks the cradle rule: the world” ? • What makes a mother’s influ- pncp so potent in the upbuilding of the world’s young life? Does she wield some mystic wand and by its magic touch weave a spell, or cast a charm, about the lives of her chil dren? Or is it by chance that she stands in her position of command ing influence? No, the laws of cause and effect are always at work, and wherever high and holy ends are achieved we may know that mighty causes have been set in operation. What, then, are the great forces at work through a mother’s life which make her our ideal? For she is our ideal.
dens and are greeted by untold myr iads of flowers, blue, and violet, and orange, and scarlet, and purple. Do they speak? Not a word. Not a whisper. Is not their silence more eloquent than would be their lan guage if they spoke with a million tongues? They are God’s silent wit nesses of beauty and fragrance in the earth. As these great forces of Nature operate silently, and yet effectively, so a mother, as she quietly goes about her daily work in the home, exerts an immeasurable influence. Long after she has gone, her chil dren will remember the expression of her face, the love-light in her eyes, the gentle touch of her hand, the sweet soothing tones of her voice, the radiance of her life. Dr. Robert E. Speer tells the story of a man who stepped one morning into an office in New York to transact some business. Befóte leaving, he chanced to look up, and he saw hanging upon the wall of that private office, a reproduction of Henry Hofmann’s great painting, “The Boy Jesus in the Midst of the Doctors.” Long and earnestly he looked into the eager, loving face of the boy Jesus, and finally turned away. Early in the afternoon he
We Can Only Have One Mother W e can only .have one mother, Patient, kind and true. N o other friend in all this world Will be so true to y o u : F o r all her loving kindness S h e asks nothing in return; I f all the world desert you, To mother you can turn. Many tears you’ve caused her, When you w ere sad or ill; Maybe many sleepless nights, T ho’ grown you cause her still. S o every time you leave her, Or when you com e or go, Give her a kind word or a kiss; ’Tis what she craves, 1 know. W e can only have one mother, None else can take her place; You can’t tell how you’ll need her, Till you miss her loving face. B e carefu l how you answer her, Choose every word you say. R em em ber she’s your mother, Though now she’s old and gray. We can only have one mother, , O, take her to your h eart; You cannot tell how soon the day When you and she must part. L et her know you love her dearly, Cheer and com fort her each day. You can never get another W hen she has passed away.
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came back and asked if he might see the picture again. Permission was granted and once more he searched'that Face with hungry eyes. Never had he seen such a Yace! As he left, a strange, new feeling stirred within him. Aim lessly, almost as though he were in a dreám, he walked the streets of New York. The day wore on. Night was approaching. Soon all the offices would:be closed. í‘On¿e more I must see that Face!1 Once more!” he exclaimed, and rushed away to seek permission for yet one more look at the painting. When he finally came forth from; that office his eyes were wet with tears and he was heard/to murmur, “The Boy has won! The Boy has won!” The silent and blessed influence radiating from that, matchless work of art was sufficient to: forever win his heart to the loving and living Christ. If the/presence of _a single painfe- ing in a business man’s office catt'‘wbrk:sufcfi a miracle, as
Ask ten thousand times ten thousand children the ques tion, “Who is the best mother that you know ?” and quick as a flash will come the reply, “My mother!” From child hood’s days to the years of maturity we ask for no one better than “my mother.” „ \ Still, the question persists: “Why?” What is th e ' secret of her persuasive, prevailing influence over the lives ot her oil spring ? There are many things which cannot be fully explained.‘"“They are too deep, too mystical, too in - j tangible to be analyzed. Yet there are certain things which we can easily trace in a mother^ life, and thus account in some degree for ¡the meastire-qf blessedness which emanates; from her. We ,see at least four mighty stream's of influence flowing from .hfcr life., vri £ if : ■
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