FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: It’s all right to be a Mama’s Baby!
Welcome, friends, to the “front porch.”
I know Mother’s Day is past; but, really, every day is Mother’s Day, if you think about it. Oh, our wives may not always think so, especially when we call to say we’ll be home late because we’ve got to stop by mama’s to fix her faucet – even though we’ve had a leaking faucet for a year.
So, the question we want to pose today is this: Is it okay to be a Mama’s boy?
For the answer, I’m going to summon the greatest news commentator of all time – Mr. Paul Harvey. If anybody knows, he will. He will tell us not only the story – he’ll tell the “rest of the story,” too. Here’s a summary of his verdict on the matter:
James, he said, was a mama’s baby. Even on his deathbed, he asked for a piece of paper, and he leaned up and wrote his mama a letter.
Ted began letters to his mama with “Darling Beloved Little Motherling!” He was a mama’s baby through and through.
Bill’s mama believed “Willie” needed constant watching and correcting. She said she didn’t believe you could love your children too much. Willie, they say, was a mama’s baby his whole life.
Talk about a mama’s boy! Frank wouldn’t even go to school without his mama. And the school was Harvard University!
Ol’ Harry clung to his mama’s apron strings all of her 94 years. Harry became pretty successful in his life, but at the end of his mama’s days he conducted his urgent business right by her side.
David imitated his mama subconsciously all his life: her laugh, her expressions, her simplest smiles. David became a big army man and once ordered a subordinate to order a Mother’s Day card for him to send to his mama.
What about L.B.’s most cherished school paper? It was entitled, “I’d Rather Be Mama’s Boy!” And he was.
All of these fellas were mama’s boys, and if they were, we can be, too. Oh, you know them all:
James Garfield. William Howard Taft. Woodrow Wilson. Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Harry S. Truman. Dwight David Eisenhower. LBJ.
All mama’s boys! Just like you and me.
Oh, and I will add one more: Remember the gentleman, near death, who turns to his best friend, points to his mother, and says, in essence, “There’s your mother. Please take care of her for me.” Yes, our Lord Himself was a mama’s boy (John 19:27).
Sorry, dear wives, I know it can be hard. But that’s not only the rest of the story – that’s the whole story.
Coach Steven Bowen, a long-time Red Oak teacher and coach, now enjoys his time as a full-time writer and preacher of the gospel. In addition to his evangelistic travels, he works and writes for the Church of Christ of Red Oak at Uhl Road and Ovilla. Their worship times are 10 a.m. Sundays and 7:30 pm. Wednesdays. Email: email@example.com or call or text 972-824-5197.