The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1921-05-08
MOTHERS DAY

When the inspired pepmen wrote the
beautiful stories found in the Holy Bible
sentences were created which contain some Of
the most enhancngy expressed gems OF
thought. The learned men who translated
into the English language the ancient manu-
scripts, making up the Bibles compilation
gave to that language all that makes it per.
feet and added to our vocabulary word gems
which dazzle with the brlliancy of their
scintillations above anything which mind OF
man has been empowered, since that time
to conceive.
Of all the shining words which embazon
the chapters of the Sacred Writings of the
prophets of the Great Father and of the
disciples of His Son, none is so resplendent as
is the one word, Mother There has never
been created, there never will be created
another word which is so replete with all that
breathes Of undying love, of endless devotion,
Of unselfshness and self-sacrifice, of trust
and faith which survives death and reaches
out in enfolding affection from the stiffness
of the grave.
Mother! The most sacred word ever
written into any language, the word which
names the woman most beloved by all true
men and good women, the word which names the
woman whose love endures into eternity, the
name Of the woman whose love and undying
devotion is born in travail and agony and
continues, through sunshine and storm,
through prosperity and adversely as eternal
as the everlasting sun in the highest heavens.
There is nothing so broad, so all-encom-
passing, so sacred and so holy as is the
mothers love; there is none. there can be
none, who are so worthy of all of the best
that the best of man can give, as is the mother
who bore him.
man may attain the very acme of hon.
ored success, he may reach the topmost pin
nacle OF Fame, in life's story, or he may sink
INTO the lowest depths of degradation and
depravity, and he always has the heartfelt
and sincere prayers of his mother.
These prayers are offered in his behalf.
when his first breath fans the mothers cheeks,
they continue daily to ascend to the Throne
ol Grace, as he passes through the period of
childhood, through youth, through young man.
hood and on and on and ever on until the
angel OF death folds his sable wings about the
mothers dying couch and listens to the last
iieetlng breath, hearkens to the parting gasp
the gasp which carries with her soul final
supphcation to the Father on high to guard
ana watch over the flesh of her flesh. the
blood Of her blood.
\ This is Mothers Day" the one dav set
aside out of all the year when we should
pause in our mad rush through life and ask
each and every one Of US, if we have so lived
that the blush Of shame will not mantle the
cheek of the woman who gave us being-if
9he llVes-that the agony of blasted hone NAV
not disturb her calm and eternal repose. if
she has already been gathered into that celes.
tial band that band which surrounds the
throne Of the God whose goodness gave her
20 US. for time, whose wisdom took her
home
This is Mothers Day. the one day in all
the year when every man should pause and
reject should stop long enough to realize
that the mothers love is thing which lasts
forever, which goes with him through her
life, which reaches back across the darkmost
rccesses of the still and silent tomb and on.
iwinc itself about him, wrapping itself about
his heart, Intervening itself in his hearts
tendrils. pulsing with delight at his successes
weeping. even in death, over his sorrows
. There is not another word in the English