Remembering 100

“We can never know who or what we are till we know at least something of what God is.” ― A. W. Tozer

My mother would have turned 100 tomorrow (July 3, 2019 – May 8, 2004). She passed away just short of her 85thbirthday.

Amongst her many sacrifices on our behalf, she gave my siblings and me two great gifts: a love for the outdoors and a love for scripture.

As a family, we camped in the mountains or at the beach every summer. My parents volunteered at a Christian summer camp during my childhood and youth. She would ‘encourage’ us to play outside whenever the weather permitted. She understood Paul’s words to the Romans, “For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities – his eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made.” (Romans 1:20)

Mom also loved the Bible. We had daily devotions at breakfast each morning. She made sure our Sunday school lessons were completed each week, led our neighborhood Bible Club, and checked that we memorized enough verses to earn a discount to summer camp. She understood David’s reminder, “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.” (Psalm 119:105)

Mom understood two great sources of revelation – God’s creation and God’s Word. And so should we.