God Our Mother   4 comments


Above:  A Mother, by John White Alexander, Between 1900 and 1912

Copyright Claimant = Detroit Publishing Company

Image Source = Library of Congress


Reproduction Number = LC-D416-377



I thought that this post (probably from 1950) would fit well with the previous one (from 1905-1913):  https://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/2013/07/14/god-our-father/.

The notes (reproduced almost verbatim) are located in a Fidelity and Deposit Company of Maryland 1943 Day Book.  These are raw notes, intended for my great-grandfather’s eyes, with shorthand references which he would have understood immediately yet which confuse others.  Nevertheless, I hope that one can glean much good from from them.




Read Psalm 113.

As one whom His mother comforteth, so will I comfort you.

–Isaiah 66:13

1.  Bible a warm letter of affection.

2.  50 to 60 nights of gentle dew.

3.  20 to 50 letters of affection, so

4.  Father & child out in storm.

5.  Text bends with great gentleness & love.  It breathers upon us the hush an internal lullaby, for it announces that God is as our mother.


God has a mother’s simplicity of instruction.–ABCs

So God, our mother, stoops down to our infantile minds.

1000 times–30 to yrs.   faith


A mother teaches her child chiefly by pictures.


a.  God also teaches us almost everything by pictures.

1.  Autumnal picture

2.  Fishing scene–good from bad

3.  Duty of neighborly love–Jericho

4.  Gladness of divine mercy to take back a wanderer–Prodigal Son

I remark again that


God has a mother’s favoritism.

Picture mother’s care of invalid child.

If there is anyone in the world who needs sympathy more than another, it is an invalid child, weary on the first mile of life’s journey; carrying an aching head, a weak side an irritated lung.

“Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.” Says one, “I can’t understand all that about affliction.”

a.  Refiner of silver’s explanation.

b.  Treatment of the barren field.  

c.  Treatment of piece of granite.  quarryman

d.  So God finds a man down in the quarry of ignorance & sin.  How does He get him up to usefulness?  He, too, like the rock, must be bored, blasted, & scoured, and stand sometimes in the darkness.  But after a while in the mantle of affliction will fall off & his soul will be greeted by the 144,000 & the thousands of thousands as more than a conqueror.

God never touches us but for our good.

Pearl a result of a wound & maybe the brightest gems of heaven will be found to have been the wounds of earth kindled into the jeweled brightness of eternal glory.


God has a mother’s capacity for little hurts.  Father is shocked at bone-splinter in hand.

Nothing with God is something.  No ciphers in God’s arithmetic.

As at the first cry of the child the mother rushes to kiss the wound.  So God, like a mother, takes the smallest wound of the heart & presses it to the lops of divine sympathy.


God has a mother’s patience for the erring.

If one does wrong , first his associates in life cast him off–business partners, best friends–his father.

His mother–no.

[She] sits by [the] murderer’s counsel–God bless his gray hairs….

Grave–rocking chair–cradle–Bible

a.  So God, like a mother, has patience with all the erring.

b.  Sympathy of church does not amount to much.

c.  Sergeant takes soldier to Colonel.


A man’s sin may be large like a continent, but God’s forgiveness is like the Atlantic & Pacific Oceans, bounding it on both sides.


The Bible often talks about God’s Hand.

Compare a father’s hand and a mother’s hand.

Compare God’s hand.


God has a mother’s way of putting a child to sleep.

Picture that scene of putting a child to sleep.

Well, the time will come when we will be wanting to be put to sleep.  Then we want God to soothe us, to put us to sleep.

Oh, the cradle of the the grace will be soft with the pillow of God’s promises.

Asleep in Jesus!  Far from thee

Thy kindred and their graves may be;

But thine is still a blessed sleep

From which none ever wake to seep.

–Death scene of a Scotsman–Nellie

How comfortably did God hush that old man to sleep!  As one whom his mother comforteth, so God comforteth him.





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