Proverbs 31:8 “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are.”
I went to war yesterday.
God brought about 100 women with me.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth. Matthew 5:5
Let me explain. There is an organization called WAR International. Woman at Risk. They rescue people, mainly young girls and babies, from human trafficking. Those they rescue are restored and given opportunities to lead productive redeemed lives by making products that are sold at these WAR jewelry parties.
“Buying with purpose” it’s called.
It is a great organization and I encourage you to check out their website at
I was on the WAR committee, and it was my role to welcome everyone. The Lord gave me a pretty neat metaphor and I would like to share it with you today.
I call it The Parable of the Mum and it goes like this…
1st definition Mum adjective …Not verbalizing; silent.
Used as a command to stop speaking.
idiom: mum’s the word Say nothing of the secret you know: Mum’s the word.
[Middle English, perhaps imitative of closing one’s lips.]
2nd definition mum …To act or play in a pantomime. To go merrymaking in a mask or disguise especially during a festival.
[Middle English mummen, from Old French momer, to wear a mask.]
3rd definiton mum …Mother.
[Short for MUMMY.]
4th definition mum noun …A chrysanthemum. *
Jesus used parables to tell the crowds all these things. He did not tell them anything without illustrating it with a story.Matthew 13:34
The WAR committee wanted something pretty and decorative on the tables so we thought Mums would be a bright and pretty flower easily available during this season, so that is what we decided to buy.
“And why worry about clothes? Notice how the flowers grow in the field. They never work or spin yarn for clothes. But I say that not even Solomon in all his majesty was dressed like one of these flowers. That’s the way God clothes the grass in the field. Today it’s alive, and tomorrow it’s thrown into an incinerator. So how much more will he clothe you people who have so little faith? Matthew 6-28-30
Wednesday morning I went to the store and picked out 15 pretty potted mums. I brought them back to the church to unload them. I used one of those silver kitchen carts to bring them into the kitchen. Some of the pots were safe and snug in banana boxes, but about 6 of them had to be tipped over on their sides so they would fit on the cart. I unloaded the banana boxes full of mums first, placing them on the counter top closest to the window with the most sun, then giving them a drink of life-giving water. As I bent over to retrieve the Mums from the bottom of the cart, I realized that some of the dirt had fallen out of the pots and dirtied the cart and floor. Some of the leaves and blossoms, too, had been torn off in the process. I went to get some paper towel to wipe up the damage, and as I bent over to clean up the dirt I was struck at how like these bottom shelf mums were the women of WAR.
Creation was subjected to frustration but not by its own choice. The one who subjected it to frustration did so in the hope that it would also be set free from slavery to decay in order to share the glorious freedom that the children of God will have. Romans 8:20-22
Some women seem to lead sheltered banana box lives and are well protected from damage, but, in a cursed dark world, some flower pots are loose, scattered, alone, and for a time, may not seem so sheltered They are the ones that end up on the bottom of the cart. Their flowers and stems are just as beautiful and bright as all the other flowers, but somehow they get damaged or tipped over, treated poorly, and they end up losing a little bit of what made them beautiful in the first place. When that happens someone reaches down, plucks them off that bottom shelf and restores them to the window in the sun, Gives them a drink of water, and then lovingly cleans up the mess left behind.
Isn’t that kind of like what WAR does for women and children caught in human trafficking?
“Then I will repay you for the years that the mature locusts, the adult locusts, the grasshoppers, and the young locusts ate your crops. (They are the large army that I sent against you.) Joel 2:25
We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God–those whom he has called according to his plan. Romans 8:28
All of these thoughts led to this final thought, “Isn’t this how our Lord, Savior, and friend, Jesus, is to us?” We all are bottom shelf mums, and seeing us in our dirty, tipped over, sin-filled pots, He stoops down from Heaven, and picks us up, brushes us off, and places us in the window in the “Son”, watering us with Living water and completely cleaning up the mess left behind. He did this by His birth to a virgin, His perfect life, His death on a cross, and His resurrection 3 days later. Praise the Lord. Hallelujah!
He grew up in his presence like a young tree, like a root out of dry ground. He had no form or majesty that would make us look at him. He had nothing in his appearance that would make us desire him. He was despised and rejected by people. He was a man of sorrows, familiar with suffering. He was despised like one from whom people turn their faces, and we didn’t consider him to be worth anything. He certainly has taken upon himself our suffering and carried our sorrows, but we thought that God had wounded him, beat him, and punished him. He was wounded for our rebellious acts. He was crushed for our sins. He was punished so that we could have peace, and we received healing from his wounds. We have all strayed like sheep. Each one of us has turned to go his own way, and the LORD has laid all our sins on him. He was abused and punished, but he didn’t open his mouth. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter. He was like a sheep that is silent when its wool is cut off. He didn’t open his mouth. Is 53:2-7
Jesus, thank you so very much for yesterday, Lord. It was all You, and I praise You and give You all the glory. I raise up to you, like a bright yellow bouquet of mums, my adoration, love, and appreciation. Thank you for each and every woman that attended the WAR event. I pray that what was accomplished there yesterday will have a ripple effect, and spread out creating a beautiful field of beautiful flowers. Thank You for Your silence on the cross. It gave me a confident voice to speak. In Your name, Lord, Amen.
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