MY MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY, 1/21/2021, AT AGE 91 (published 1-24-2021)

Introduction

My Mom is Betty Lou Wood Ferrell (11/24/1932 – 12/27/2000). She is my biological mother. She was the finest Christian example that I have ever known. I have known many fine examples.

My Mother's Birthday

My wife and I lived in Charleston, Missouri, from 1986 to 1992. I have written about it. I moved to Charleston, in January. We married, on 5/16/1986. I was an engaged but still single “preacher boy,” for those first four months. I could cook well enough to keep me from starving. My new family, in Charleston, kept me alive, by feeding me well! I didn't have my plate broken! (That is a family joke. If you are family, you know it.)

My Charleston family started, in January. We are not related biologically. We are related spiritually. They are my family. We “adopted” each other!

I always called Mom “Mom.” I did not call her “mother.” My sister calls her mother “Mother.” My sister's Mama was and still is her mother's mother. You would have to know them and me well, to understand. I understand perfectly. I call my mother “Mother.” (She is my second mother.)

My sister and I have a “Mother.” She is Ozella Scott. She was born on 1/21/1930. She attained the age of 91, on 1/21/2021. I am in east Tennessee. My Mother and sister are in Missouri. I could not see them in person, sadly.

After work (at office), I called my sister's phone. She answered. I spoke with our Mother and with my sister. We had several long minutes of wonderful conversation! I love my Mother. I love my sister. They love me. We are family. I am glad to know that they are doing as well as they can. We each have Irish roots, primarily. Our glib Irish tongues, inspired by God's grace, waxed wonderfully well.

My Mother, Ozella Scott, is also the finest Christian example that I have ever known. (I can have two, my Mom and my Mother. They are equally the finest!)

Photographs

The best that I could do was to find two photographs. The first, below, is Charleston, Missouri, main street. I remember.

The next is the Charleston Church of Christ, where I served as minister, from January 1986 through about August 1992. The six years there were wonderful. As a “young preacher boy,” I grew and matured greatly. I had help from my family there. Our time there helped prepare us for Russia (1994 through 1999).

The building looks about the same now. The church, however, is not the building. It is the people. Hey, Mother and sister, tell the church that I said hello! I remember. I still love them!

Conclusion

Isn't this a better article than my first one today? We must keep this temporal life in the perspective of everlasting life. If we do, then we endure. If we don't, then I don't know how those folks endure. I endure, day by day, by God's grace – in assured hope of everlasting life at Home.

My Mom is at Home. Dad is at Home. Many others are Home. Until I get Home, I will continue to try to be one poor beggar who helps another poor beggar find Bread – the Bread of Life.

If you need Bread, my e-mail address is on my website. E-mail me! I can help you!