She was an artist. And a very good friend. My mother taught my sister and me that people are people, no matter what they looked like or what their life circumstances were. My mother valued reading and education.
I can only assume this was delivered by Lewis Willis at the funeral of his mother Wilhelmina Elizabeth Thompson Willis. This article has several stories which tug at the heart strings, will make you smile, and remind us of the importance of this irreplaceable role both to the family and to society at large.
In the interest of space, I had included some of the paragraphs below. Make absolutely no mistake about it, her first interest was God and the Church.
But after that came her family. Anyone who knew her soon learned that her heart was centered on her children and grandchildren. Thus, I call to remembrance some memories about the Family. Of course, the beginning of a family is the marriage.
Mom and Dad had been happily married for 68 years when he died exactly one year ago to the day that Mom died, August 2. It is inevitable that such is the case. Two people who have been together so long do not function normally when one has gone. Theirs was a good marriage.
If it experienced any major problems, I was never aware of them. Oh, there were the usual fusses and disagreements, but never did Dad abuse Mom in anyway, nor she him. She was the reason for his life! She loved and respected him, and they stood beside each other until the ravages of age separated them with his death.
I am convinced that his confusion over nursing home living accelerated his death. You will remember he was hospitalized for the last time when, left alone the first night at a nursing home in Ft. Worth, he tried to get to Mom to comfort her in her distress.
We would all have been surprised had he been indifferent toward her plight. But he never recovered from his anxiety over her condition.
There were times when discipline was required. Switches were the order of the day; she could use one better than most mothers. On a bare back, her switches seemed almost lethal. Psychologists and psychiatrists today, with all their psycho-babble, tell us how damaging discipline is for kids.
I believe her approach worked better and I think my brothers and sisters share that same view. None of us was permanently damaged by her discipline.
She did something special which certainly none of us understood at the time. She always took us to every worship. I do not believe there was a family in the church more faithful than ours. During the critical, formative years of her children, she was determined they would know the Lord.
That was the principle work of Mom.
Dad was off somewhere else at worship time. He was usually working on one of his trucks all day, getting ready for Monday morning and his logging work. In those days, she could never have imagined the impact her family would have on the church of the 20th and 21st centuries.
From this small town of about people, her boys have gone forth. Probably other states as well. We have had opportunity to teach many more through religious journals we have edited, articles we have written for publication, church bulletins we have edited, radio teaching we have done, published debates we have conducted, and books and tracts we have written.
Who would ever have dreamed that a Mother living in a small East Texas town might touch the lives of so many, in such distant places, as Mom did through her sons? She put us in a place to be taught the Truth, and was determined we would know how important it is to teach and defend it.Sermon – Eulogy – JESUS CHRIST, their glorious Saviour, hath made an end of sin, and brought in everlasting righteousness; which is unto all, and upon all them who believe.
They are justified, sanctified, and washed, in the name of the LORD JESUS, and by the SPIRIT of our GOD. Unformatted text preview: Conclusion My mother accepted Jesus Christ as her personal savior at an early age was baptized and became a member of Good Hope Missionary Baptist regardbouddhiste.com had a very loving spirit.
If you ever met her you could never forget her smile. You also could not forget her tears. Jan 15, · “In the name of Jesus Christ, I anoint this site, to the glory of God.” he said and made a cross on the ground out of oil.
Later that day in construction we had to take a transom and find the exact center of the proposed building. Apr 19, · All religions, all yogas, may be paths to lead us closer to Him who is the only One through whom all was created, the Christ.
Jesus was the manifestation in human form of the limitless Christ of God. –eulogy for the martyred children. martin luther king jr. The man who recieved Christ's body from the Romans after the cross was named, "May Yahweh add: a lion dead to the lord." A fitting eulogy for Jesus, a lion who died, who died as a .
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My (Potential) Eulogy for My Mother forgiven child of God through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. My mother was not a church-going woman. We never had discussions about God when I was a little girl. But when I asked if I could go to church with my friends in elementary school, she.