Sunday morning at church I had the privilege of leading my congregation in a prayer for the mothers in attendance.
With the national observance of “Mothers Day” occurring Sunday, I think it was important for us to at least acknowledge the ladies in our church who bear so noble a burden.
But after it was over, I started to wonder about the women who did not stand to be recognized. Specifically, I started to wonder about those women that were unable to have children.
Suddenly I realized how painful the preceding few minutes could have been for them.
Here these poor women are, silently grieving over a matter that they have no control over, and here comes some pompous windbag expounding upon the sacred calling of motherhood. To say nothing of an entire national holiday which possibly leaves them feeing quite isolated.
Of course, there’s certainly nothing wrong with honoring mothers. But, from the pulpit, more than a little bit of compassion should accompany any extended overtures.
There’s a young couple I’ve been counseling for a long time about their struggle to have children. The husband told me it didn’t bother them to hear the virtues of parenting espoused, for they greatly desired the opportunity to embody such virtues, but they often felt their alone in their struggles.
Many in our midst are, like Hannah, troubled in spirit and often pour out their souls before the Lord.
But, unlike Hannah, there will be no child coming… for God answers every prayer, and sometimes the answer is no.
We are people who celebrate children, rejoice at births, and magnify the virtues of motherhood.
Thus, we should also share the burdens of those who have yet to taste such pleasures, and join with them in prayer.