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"Keeping the Faith, Sharing the Faith and Praying for Harvests"

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IN MEMORY OF THE SWEETEST MOTHER, MY MOTHER

On Wednesdy 30th January 2008  the best of the best mothers that had ever lived passed unto glory.  I celebrate you, my lovely mother, counsellor, teacher, strict disciplinarian, best chef (I mean best cook), philanthropist, community leader and king maker. Thank you for beating stubbornness, rascality, and waywardness out of my life in order that your only son would not go astray and end up in the dungeon of life. You were a recklessly, prodigally loving mother. When my father disowned me for being too troublesome, rebellious and uncontrollable, your motherly compassion picked me up and nurtured me, lavishing all your hard-earned money to see me through my education.  Thank you for wasting all your God-given resources on me. You were a prodigal fathered-mother to a lost son until Jesus found me. I always see myself in the parable of the lost son (Luke 15:11-32). My father died two years in to completing my first degree. I completed it and went for the national service. After the national service I went home to ask for the legacy that he left for me. All I was interested in was the rents that accrued from the property. I took the money from my uncle and travelled out of the town and squandered the money on loose lifestyle and never gave you, my Mother, a farthing!!!  I came back home to you, my Mother, in rags, empty-handed, and haggardly-looking, but you never threw me out of your dwelling.  You did what I never expected: you still funded my graduate studies at the university.  What a recklessly, prodigally loving Mother you were. You were so loving and caring that you became my goddess and I worshipped you during my high school and university days until one night I came home and did not meet you. That night, alone in the house, one voice said: “One day, your mother would be gone forever as she did this night. Focus your life on me; Look up to me for I will always be with you. I will never leave or forsake you.”  That night I realised the power of God. My focus shifted from adoring my mother to adoring Jesus Christ. That night I realised that God is the source of my life, and Him alone must I worship. My mother, continue to rest in the bosom of your LORD and CREATOR.


The Quintessential Motherhood: In Honour of My Mother

(AYANBIMPE SINATU ABEJE ADETORO)

At approximately 4 p.m. on Wednesday, the 30th January 2008, my mother answered the call to be with her Creator. Every day I look at my mother’s picture  I see the quintessential motherhood. My mother, ABEJE IKO, loved me so perfectly she never spared her whip of correction. “Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it” Prov. 22:6 (NASB.)

 

Much has been written as how God uses mothers physiologically.  The marvelous mystery of human propagation causes us to reverence motherhood. It was God’s purpose to use woman for the populating of His perfect creation with beings who would live in full harmony with God, but the first mother of the world wrecked the holy plan of God. Thus, motherhood became a calamity. In grace, however, God came to the help of condemned motherhood.  At Calvary, the Son of a mother took upon Himself the sin of the whole world and reconciled us to God His Father.

 

There are mothers and there are mothers. We remember Hannah, the mother of Samuel, who dedicated Samuel to the Service of God. You would remember that mother who loved her two sons too much that she left them inside the car and pushed the car into the water to drown them. Yes, there are mothers and there are mothers.  We must also remember the mother of that demon-possessed daughter who cried to Jesus: “Have mercy on me, O Lord, my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil.” Even when Jesus rebuffed her she did not get offended but continued to pester Jesus until her prayer for healing was answered by Jesus. Though Jesus Christ addressed her as “Woman” but I say to you “Mother, great is your faith, let it be done as thou wilt.”  And her daughter was healed that moment Jesus spoke the word.

And there is Mary who became pregnant by the Power of the Holy Spirit and gave birth to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  What amazes me was the fact that Mary, the mother of Jesus, accompanied by her friends and sister, went to be with Jesus as he hangs on the Cross. “ Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?”   That is a powerful question from God through the mouth of Prophet Isaiah.

 

Regardless of whatever mistakes my mother must have made raising me up, the one who gave birth to me is the best of the best mothers in the world. I say to you, “Blessed is the man whose mother is his first heroine.” God is my Father. God is my Mother. God is my Redeemer. Like Job, when I find myself in serious storms of life, I know my Redeemer liveth. And God has promised me: “As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you.”

 

Jesus teaches us to think of God as our Father. But here in the Old Testament, God is likened unto a comforting mother. The Jews have a sweet saying that “God could not be everywhere, so he made mothers.” God likens Himself to a devoted mother. A mother is a ministering angel in time of pain and sorrow. God offers Himself as a divine, eternal Mother. Tenderly He draws near and gathers us in His bosom and by His very nearness consoles and comforts us.  “I will not leave thee comfortless, I will come to thee.”

 

God uses mother for the development of the soul-life of their children.  Almost every notable achievement has come through the fervent prayers of mothers. I remember mothers like Jochebed, the mother of Moses, who flagrantly disobeyed Pharaoh’s order and made sure she even nursed Moses at her own peril.  How can I forget Monica, who wept and prayed over her son, who eventually became the greatest theologian from North Africa and a saint?  I am talking about Saint Augustine.  

 

How can I forget the mother of Saul of Tarsus, the man you all know as Apostle Paul?  I did a research on Apostle Paul. I found out that when Paul became a daring persecutor of the followers of Jesus Christ, day and night his mother and sister prayed. And the night before he planned to go to Damascus, his mother prayed throughout the night, sent his sister to dissuade him from going to carry out his plan. God answered the prayer of his mother, turned the persecutor of the Christian Faith into a propagator. 

 

How can I forget my own mother who spanked me many a times to make sure I did not turn out too bad in life?  I am not saying I’m good but I am not all that bad. What I am saying is that without the great efforts of my mother, God not allowing her to give me up into my wayward life, I would not have had good education.  Each day I put on my tie and shirt I give thanks to God for my mother.

 

There are horrendous cases of mothers who killed their babies. The most notorious of these baby killing mothers is Marybeth Tinning who killed her nine babies over a period of nearly 14 years in New York. Another mother, Andrea Yates, drowned her 5 young children, including a 6 months’ old infant, in the family bathtub in Houston, Texas. Another mother, Susan Smith, pushed her car into a river in South Carolina, with her 2 sons strapped at back seat and lied to the police that a black man hijacked her car. Devilish mother, Kimberley Hainey, killed her 15 months’ old and hid his decomposing body in the flat for 9 months. The 38 years’ old mother was jailed for life in Glasgow, Scotland. Evil mother of Baby Peter, Tracey Connelly (28), watched as her son was tortured to death by her boy friend, Steven Barker (33). 

 There are some mothers who were (and are still) a stumbling block to their children’s educational pursuits and progress in life. They do not think of the future of their children. Yes, many mothers are a litmus test of handicap to their children’s progress in life. Time will not permit me to tell stories of African mothers who sacrificed their children in order to be inducted into sorcery and witchcraft. I thank God that my mother was not into that crap otherwise I would not be writing this today. She made sure I had the best education in life.

 

Isaiah 49:15 “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!” God is that Father-Mother who has promise that He will not forget any of us who put our trust in Him.

 I pray that the LORD God will rescue these children from their depraved and despicable mothers before they do irreparable damages to the lives of these innocent children. 

God I thank You for the spanking received from my mother.  It continues to guide me in the paths of Your righteousness.

 

 COMMENTS

 

Rosie Gilkison Cooley You never forget or stop loving your mother.

January 30, 2013 at 12:58am · Unlike · 1

Kemisola Awonaike-Kelly So nicely written. May her soul continue to rest in peace..

January 30, 2013 at 1:20am · Unlike · 2

Esteemed Olukunle KayFour · 3 mutual friends

Powerful...! U brought tears to my eyes. My story is so similar to urs, but mine is still alive, now enjoying her labour over me & my siblings. I today pray heaven to continue celebrating ur late virtuous mother in d midst of d saints. & as for mine, may GOD continue granting her d grace of happiness over her offsprings, Amen!!

January 30, 2013 at 1:57am · Unlike · 1

Siji Mathew What a legacy of a godly mother! You're blessed to be her son!

January 30, 2013 at 2:25am · Unlike · 1

Joseph Oladapo Shodipe Glory be to God

January 30, 2013 at 4:56am · Unlike · 1

Jolaosho Sunday e ku ilede omo rere lo maa gbeyin a wa naa amin

January 30, 2013 at 5:11am · Unlike · 1

Adebayo Adetoro Omooba WHAOH! WHAT A MOTHER! WHAT A PRAISE! WHAT A REALIZATION(SELF DISCOVERY)!! MAY HER GREAT SOUL CONTINUE 2 REST IN PEACE.

January 30, 2013 at 6:25am · Unlike · 1

Gaius Nosa May she continue to rest in peace.

January 30, 2013 at 6:41am · Unlike · 1

 

 

 

James Adetoro Thank you . Yes, it is.

March 17, 2012 at 11:58pm · Like

Ify Nne Junior Adenuga 

 She is so beautiful and present - you will give anything to sustain that everlasting gaze! Each day you imagine where she is; what she is doing and saying each time you take a forward step in your life....she is liking it and wondering if you knew she was behind you. Affirm it to yourself like I do each time I think about my father who also passed a couple of years ago..I think and imagine his reaction to every bold step I take and I smile to myself rest assured he's happy in the rest that he left himself on earth for the world to see, feel and befriend - that's who you are! rejoice for she is happy that she has you on this globe as testimony of her ever existed! Remain blessed my brother xx

March 18, 2012 at 3:40am · Unlike · 1

James Adetoro So true Ify Adenuga. Your's is a great summation of how I feel about her. Yes, she is behind me every second. I remember teaching a Christian Doctrine class in a London Bible college and utter a quote, "You cannot have God as your Father if you don't have Church as your Mother." The nurturing figure of the Church so overwhelmed me that I burst into tears in the presence of the class because I flashed back to how my mother nurtured me. I gave my lecture note to a master's student in the class to continue the lecture that day, went out and wept.

 

James Adetoro So true Ify Adenuga. Your's is a great summation of how I feel about her. Yes, she is behind me every second. I remember teaching a Christian Doctrine class in a London Bible college and utter a quote, "You cannot have God as your Father if you don't have Church as your Mother." The nurturing figure of the Church so overwhelmed me that I burst into tears in the presence of the class because I flashed back to how my mother nurtured me. I gave my lecture note to a master's student in the class to continue the lecture that day, went out and wept.

March 18, 2012 at 8:43am · Like

Moromoke Tessa A Baba oko mi you look like mama so much.May her soul rest with the lord for ever....

March 18, 2012 at 7:21pm · Like

Florence Abiola I can vividly remember iya elegusi in those cherished days. Herself & all those dedicated mums are & were truely treasures. We thanks the Lord for theire lifes( both gone & remaining ones. Our fgaithful God is with us always even to the end of the ages. Hallelluyah my dear aburo Remain blessed!

November 8, 2012 at 3:25am · Unlike · 1

James Adetoro Thank you Aunty Jummy. God bless you ma. But you forgot; it is "IYA GBENGA ELEGUSI".

November 11, 2012 at 11:14pm · Like

Senaka Fernando may god be with you james

November 12, 2012 at 7:40pm · Like

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