The Power of Presence
And perhaps it is not too beautiful a thing to believe in this redeemed world, that, as the babe turns to his mother though he has no power to say her name, as the flowers turn to the sun, so the hearts of the children turn to their Savior and God with unconscious delight and trust.
Because human persons are profoundly social and not merely self-directed, babes turn to their mothers not only for nourishment but also for comfort, security and love. This relationship is established in the early years of life, the child being shaped primarily by his or her mother. So it was with me, when yet a little child, my mother turned my heart towards God.
I cannot remember a time I did not believe in God. God was in the atmosphere of our home - it was all about me and ventilated through my mother. We did not read the Bible or say prayers at meals or before bedtime. Yet, as a young child lying awake in bed, I thought about God, his love towards me and his sacrifice for me. My mother spoke of God and about God - it seemed as though she knew Him.
The older I grew, the more significant this early thought atmosphere became. In my teens, the cultural clamored for my attention. Internally, I was entangled, but externally I remained aloof. In my isolation, I responded to God. As I gained more knowledge, I began to acquire the sense that I was made for God. The initial shaping in childhood began to take form and continues.
This Mother's Day, I reflect upon the power of presence in my mom.