“Paul,
an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, according to the promise of life
which is in Christ Jesus, to Timothy, my
dearly beloved son: Grace, mercy, and peace,
from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord. I thank God, whom I serve from my forefathers with pure conscience, that without
ceasing I have remembrance of thee in my prayers night and day; Greatly
desiring to see thee, being mindful of thy tears, that I may be filled with
joy; When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which
dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded
that in thee also” 2 Timothy 1:1-5.
Recently, I was going through some photographs and memories
of my grandmother on my father’s side. She was 88 years old when she passed
away in Somerset, Kentucky in 1978. I was privileged to conduct
her funeral.
Among her things, I found a couple of booklets. One was by
Jacob Gartenhaus; a minister of the gospel who was a converted Jew. It was on
the second coming of Christ (click link).
http://www.ibjm.org/history The other was a booklet distributed by her
church, the Baptist Temple in Brooklyn, New York. It was
What Saith the
Scripture?, by John W. Aitchison.
I believe these were the only two books, other than her Bibles, among her
belongings she left behind.
Her family Bible was revealing in many ways. It likely was
passed down from my great-great-grandmother. I probably would have much
difficulty finding out my great-great-grandfather’s name had it not been for this
Bible. It was a crumbling edition that dated back to the early 1800’s, but the
intact family entry pages helped me immensely.
I had
overlooked the other Bible, my grandmother’s personal one, until I picked it up
recently. One of the passages she has marked is:
Psalm 119:9 “Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse
his way? by taking heed thereto according to
thy word.”
This
touches me greatly when I remember that she often prayed for me when I was
young, and I was a very wayward sinner. I was able to tell her and my maternal
grandmother that both their prayers were answered in
November, 1963 when I was saved at 21 years of age. Praise the Lord!
The
little booklet from the Brooklyn church was
enlightening in another way. It has an entry page that shows my grandmother,
Lillian A. Taylor, being baptized at the
Baptist Tabernacle in Atlanta in June, 1902.
The pastor there was Dr. Len Broughton, a rather famous preacher, who later
pastored a church in London,
England. He may
be best known for founding, almost single-handedly
, Georgia Baptist Hospital (now
Atlanta Medical Center).
http://www.materialreligion.org/documents/sept98doc.html
Lillian,
and my grandfather, Charles B. Woodruff, were married four years later on May 8, 1906. Charley, as he
was called, was tragically killed in a railroad accident on October 27, 1910 when my father, Theron,
was only two years old. His older brother Sam was three. Grandmother remarried
a few years later to Sgt.W.C.Sievers of Kentucky, a career army man. That is
how she wound up in New York
for a few years. He was stationed there. I have other memories I could share,
but I must move on.
In
verse five of our text, Paul saw in Timothy the value of having a godly grandmother
(Lois), and a godly mother (Eunice). They had a great influence on him. His
faith was unfeigned
(real, without hypocrisy, see Strong’s Concordance entry: Greek #505).
John R.W Stott in his commentary on 2nd
Timothy titled Guard the Gospel (IVP, 1973), says on this verse: “The most
formative influence on each of us has been our parentage and our home.
Hence good biographies never begin with their subject, but with his parents,
and probably his grandparents as well. True, no man can inherit his parents’
faith in the way that he inherits facets of their personality. But a child can
be led to faith by his parents’ teaching and prayers.” (Emphasis mine)
This
is true. It should both humble us, and put fear of God in us for ourselves, and
our children. Oh, I know some rigid, philosophical, Calvinist will decry this “not
depending on the sovereignty of God.” My friends, God is sovereign, absolutely
in control of all things. Yet God says: Proverbs
22:6 “Train up a child in the way he should go: and
when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
Even
Mr. John Calvin himself said: “Timothy
was reared in his infancy in such a way that he could suck in godliness along
with his mother’s milk.” (The Epistles of Paul to Timothy and Titus,
p.292; John Calvin, written in 1548,
quoted by Stott; op. cit.)
I was
blessed to have two Christian grandmothers who set good examples for me. My
maternal grandmother, Inez Biddy Smith, was also an inspiration to me. I was
around her more than the other grandmother. She was not in the least shy about
laying a hickory on my backside when I misbehaved either! I believe
the only serious mistake she and my grandfather made was calling me a good boy!
I probably wasn’t worse than other
kids, until my early teenage years, and then I became plain mean! I was a
sinner in need of a savior!
The
Smiths were old fashioned country people from Cartersville, Georgia,
who never had very much money, but they both loved their grandkids. I do
remember, after I was saved, and called to preach, she liked for me to read the
Bible with her. We would discuss it some. She would always listen to Brother
Maze Jackson, and Brother Edgar Thomas (two well-known Georgia preachers), on
the radio.
When
she got bedridden, and was unable to attend church, she would often talk about
going home to be with the Lord, especially after my grandfather died. We called
him Big Daddy. He was a pretty big guy. He had big hands.
But, somehow the name Big Mama, though that was how we knew her, was a
bit incorrect. She was not a big woman, at least all the time I knew her.
In
her final seven years on earth, I called her “my miracle grandmother”. You see,
the doctor had given up on her, because her kidneys were bad, and other things.
He called the family in. My mother and her sisters met, and decided to contact
a funeral home in Acworth,
Georgia to
pre-arrange everything. I tried courteously to talk them into waiting, but my Aunt
Judy, who handled all Big Mama’s business affairs then, insisted on planning it
then.
I
admit she looked bad, like “death warmed over” as we used to say. I (and I am
sure others), had special prayer for her. I held her little hand. I earnestly
implored the Lord not to take her yet. I knew death was coming, but I didn’t
give up on her yet. We stayed, and watched, and prayed much of the night.
The
next morning, there seemed to be a little improvement, but I don’t know who
noticed it besides me. I was exhausted, so I went home and slept. I seem to
recall that I did not return the next day because of commitments, but I checked
on her. She had improved slightly. I saw her again a couple days later. She
looked better. We prayed again. She told me she wanted to go to be with the
Lord. I asked her to hold on a while, because we would miss her so much. Then
she said, “Charles, I want you to preach my funeral.” I said “Big Mama, I would
be honored, but only if you wait a while. We are not ready to send you off yet.
But, God’s will be done.”
She
improved day by day. In a week or so, she was able to go home, and lived seven
more years! To God be the glory for her life and example! She passed away on April 8, 1988 at 84 years of
age.
I
preached the funeral as she requested, but a few years later than we thought! We
were simply going by what the doctor had said. The sisters are all gone now,
except Aunt Jessie who is 89. Mom passed away in April 2005, at 82. I want to
talk about her now.
Exodus 20:12 “Honour thy father and thy mother: that
thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.”
My
father was 36 years old when I was born. Perhaps that kept us from being closer
in spirit, because when I was 13, he was 49. My mother, Vertie Lee Smith, on
the other hand was young. She was only 16, nearly 17, when they married. I was
born three years later, when she was 20 years old. Mom was born in 1922. I was born in 1942. Chuck,
my oldest son, was born in 1962. I always thought this was interesting.
One
of the earliest memories I have is going to Sunday school and morning services
at Gordon Street Baptist Church in the Cascade Heights
area of Atlanta.
I delighted in learning Bible verses, and singing the old hymns, such as Holy,
Holy, Holy, Crown Him with Many Crowns, and He keeps Me Singing. Mom
always went with me, but Dad didn’t. Dad was a good provider, a good father,
but Dad was a drinking man during the time I was growing up. I’ll explain how
that changed later in another article.
I
made a profession of faith, but, I don’t believe I was really saved at 8 ½
years old. They thought I understood, and was ready, I thought I understood and
was ready, but apparently not. Anyway, I went forward, made a profession, and
later was baptized. Mom had made a profession herself, and was baptized, and
perhaps I just wanted to do what she did. I can’t be sure. The invitation
system itself creates an atmosphere for premature professions of faith. That is
just a fact. Almighty God is the only
being in the universe that can tell you that you are saved. Let no man
deceive you!
Let
me be clear here. Even though I may not have been really convicted, and saved
then, I would not discourage parents taking their children to church from
infancy. I learned much during those days that was pretty sound Bible teaching.
I continued to go to church regularly until my rebellious teen years. I still
remember some of the teaching I received in several Atlanta Southern Baptist
churches as we “moved our letters” when we located to a different area of the
city.
I
believe the greatest thing Mom ever did for me, was expose me to the
Bible, Sunday School, and gospel preaching! The value of this in my life cannot
be fully measured! But, this story is not really about me, it’s about Mom, yet
as far as her relation to me, it is impossible not to say things about myself.
So bear with me a little.
When
I started to school in kindergarten, and the first grade, guess who walked me
six blocks to school? Mother!
When
I got my lip severely cut on a broken swing chain after falling out of a swing
at about five years old, guess who cared for me, and took me to the doctor? Mother!
When,
as a teen, I got in trouble several times, who was the main person who believed
in me, and tried to help me? Mother!
Things
with me got worse and worse, including burglary and car theft, and I was going
to be sentenced to reform school at age15 until I was18. Who do you think pleaded
with the judge, and got my school Principal, Mr. DeVaughn, at Brown High
School, and my pastor, Dr. O. Norman Shands
of West End Baptist Church,
to write letters to the judge, stating that I was a good boy? Mother!
That
was a close call, so I had a bit of a reformation. Although I quit school at
16, and left home, except for drinking and fighting, I stayed out of major
trouble. No felonies, although if they had caught me bringing in Dexedrine, and
other illegal drugs at the Mexican border at Tijuana in 1959, I would have likely
done hard time!
I got
married in January 1962 to Sandra, and our first child, Chuck, was born
December14th of the same year. In early November, 1963 (about three weeks
before President Kennedy was shot), I was finally saved for real at a
dear Christian friend’s home. Guess who didn’t believe her ‘good boy’ needed
saving? Mother!
But,
she soon saw that I had indeed changed. We started going to Maranatha
Baptist Church in the Bolton area of Atlanta. The pastor, Jack
O. Cole, was young and a fireball. It
was real different from the more staid setting in the churches we had attended
when we were much younger. We were sad when Jack left after a year or so.
After
a couple years of being cold in heart and unsure where to go to church, we got
involved in Grace Baptist Church
in the
Cabbagetown area of Atlanta.
http://www.nps.gov/history/nR/travel/atlanta/cab.htm
This was about a mile from historic Oakland Cemetery
where my Great-Great-Grandfather is buried.
http://oaklandcemetery.com/.Pastor
Garland Odom preached the gospel straight and true. He believed if God called
you, God would prepare you. At Grace Baptist on March 15, 1968, I surrendered to preach the
gospel. After the service Pastor Odom asked me to preach in his stead on April 7, 1968. I thought, “Oh,
please God! That
only gives me
three weeks to prepare!” I did try
to prepare. I saw a man’s tattoo in the
Walgreens where I worked. It
said
Born to Lose! This stirred a theme in me. As natural men, we are
sinners, and
are born to lose, unless we are born again by God’s grace.
My text was
Ecclesiastes 1:2: “Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher,
vanity of vanities; all is vanity.”
I
think I have preached better since then, but never more sincere. I could sense
God’s presence in a special way. Mother, Dad, and my brother and sister were
there. I think my grandmother was there. Some of my aunts and uncles, and
cousins were there. Some of Sandra’s relatives were there. We all were in that
little church in a mill village! Including regular members, it was
rather crowded. There were two professions of faith, as I recall. That’s in
God’s hands. But the striking thing, my mother and my dad were there! Guess who
always encouraged me in my ministry after that? Mother!
Many
years and many miles have passed since then. I wish I could say that Mom stayed
close to God all those years. After Dad died in 1984, she quit going to church
regularly. She, who had sung in the choir, and was faithful to church for a
time seemed to lose interest. There were areas where I wish her life had been
different. She did some things that were not right in those years. She got more
materialistic. We still discussed the Bible, but it wasn’t the same.
Mom
started to physically decline about ten years ago. It was Alzheimer’s.
How fast that terrible disease seems to take its toll. Her memory got down to
nothing. She would repeat things over and over. It got worse. Then, in October
2004, she fell and broke her hip. After that, she declined rapidly. Sadly, we
had to put her in a nursing home. She developed a severe infection in March,
and she died in Forsyth, Georgia on April 19, 2005. She was 82 years old.
We miss her.
I
always loved her and she loved me, I know. Time moves so quickly, and I have
not always been where I should be with God. But God is faithful. Mom, like all
of us will be, is in the hands of a just and almighty God. “And as it is
appointed unto men once to die, and after this the judgment” Hebrews 9:27.
In memory of Vertie Woodruff, Lillian Seivers, Inez Smith, and, also,
Chuck Woodruff. You all made a difference in my life! Thank God
for you!
Originally written on May
12, 2006, revised May
7, 2008, May 9, 2009, May 8, 2013.
Mary, the Mother of
Jesus
How could we fail to mention the mother of our Lord? The scripture says
“Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb” (Luke
1:42b). She is to receive honor as no other woman, but she is NOT to be
worshiped! As a matter of fact, she herself worshiped the savior. She knew she
was greatly honored, and blessed, and said so in the Magnificat (See Luke 1:46-55), yet she knew she was a
sinner herself, and needed this savior that she bore in her own womb (verse
47). She knew she was NOT co-redeemer of the human race ready to receive
our prayers and intercede on our behalf with Christ. There is nothing of this lying
Popery in the word of God! Mary was a humble woman, chosen of God for the
greatest motherhood of all time. She was a godly woman that all women could
model after in character. She is to be honored, remembered and taught about --
but not worshiped. If she was on earth today, she would be saddened by those
misguided souls who pray to her and worship her. She would point to Jesus
Christ and say “worship Him who is the true savior”. (See John 14:6). She loved Him as her son, sure, but
loved Him more as her “Saviour which is Christ the Lord” (Luke 2:11). Mary is truly the
most honored mother in the Bible. The most honored mother of all time.
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