<TITLE>04. Par 29-36</TITLE>L-29 You might say, "Brother Branham, that's rather an unusual text for a Mother's Day message." Well, that's true. But you know, God's unusual, and He does things in a unusual way.
And I think, the thoughts, of mother. And I have one this morning, by the grace of God, still here on earth with us. And I'm grateful for mothers. But beings that we were to have also a healing service, and not knowing that I would be back again tonight, but I thought maybe that we could paint a different type of a picture.

L-31 Mother is so great. You know, the first one that receives you is--this life is your mother. No one can touch you, because you're conceived, and she bears you under her heart. And she is the first to know you, and the first to, in this life, to--to hold you. Then when you're born, she is the--one of the first hands that touch you and wipes back the tears out of your eye. She's the first one to pat you and to love you, and to coo over you, in this life, is your mother. Now, I think that there is not enough honor that we could give to a mother.
Mother is first with the child, and she's a great responsibility of what that child will be, will be based upon the way that mother starts that child on the path that it must travel. Mother has the responsibility from God to place that child on the right road. And I think that's why mothers has a special little touch.

L-33 I know of a boy in this city. I think his mother's present now. He's almost my age. But I don't say this to hurt the mother, because that she has enough hurts, as all mothers. But the boy drinks, and he drinks heavy. And when he gets real drunk, he will come home, and jump in the bed with his mother, and put his arms around her. And he's got grandchildren. But there's something about just the pat of a mother that seems to take a--a different place than anything else can touch, that is, in this life, humanly speaking.

L-34 You know, a man like Moses, he... If I could credit anything to his character, it was because he had a God sent mother. You know it was she that had prayed, Jochebed, and had longed for this baby. And when he was born, she was the one who cooed him, and cuddled him, and built the ark, and placed him in the bulrushes, when her poor heart breaking. Her only little baby, and it was the--the most outstanding little chunk that was in all the world. And how a mother likes any baby, but to see this special little fellow...
And then, in her heart she knew that he was born for a purpose, and then to take him and place him into the very den of crocodiles out into the river... By faith she did that, knowing that God was able to take care of him. And to summarize the love of a mother, and the action of the character of her faith... For faith does not place itself upon the shifting sands of what it can see; faith rests solemnly upon the unmovable rock of God's eternal Word. "For by faith," says the Scripture, "she did this."

L-36 And faith can take its stand on the rock, that the waves are beating the foundations out, and look straight into the face of death, and know that it'll be just in a little bit, but faith can look across the sea to Him that said, "I am the Resurrection and Life," and fail to even hear the waves a dashing.
That's the kind of faith that Moses' mother had. She taught him, and she reared him in the palace of Pharaoh, teaching him that he was born for a purpose, that Jehovah had answered her prayer. And, she... He could not have had a better teacher. That's what help mold the character that Moses was.


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