Welcome to church today. A particular welcome to the mothers among us it being Mother’s Day (a quick reminder if you had forgotten) Psalm 128 says that sons are a blessing from the Lord. This, I think presumes, the blessing of motherhood before that. We will of course give thanks for our mothers in our prayers and pray for those who, for all sorts of reasons, find today hard.

Here is an old but good poem that I have shared with you before. It was first brought to my attention by Corrie Ten Boom in her book Tramp for the Lord. Corrie Ten Boom was a Christian who was imprisoned during the Second World War and went on to a world wide ministry preaching on the love of Christ. It is very appropriate for the Ecclesiastes passage for today.

 

My life is but a weaving

Between my God and me

I do not choose the colours

He weaveth steadily

Oft times He weaveth sorrow

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper

And I the underside

Not till the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Will God unroll the canvas

And reveal the reason why

The dark threads are as needful

In the weaver’s skilful hand

As the threads of gold and sliver

In the pattern He has planned

 

Anon

Stuart