Not every child has the privilege of learning from an early age about God, his son, Jesus and his Holy Spirit.  I did.

My mother never failed to see that I was present when and where these things were being taught.  She made sure that I had plenty of opportunities to rub shoulders with people who were living lessons in Christianity.

What a wonderful environment those people created.  They were not perfect, but they were faithful.  You could not assemble a better group of people to be around and from whom to learn, than those who were living their lives as faithful followers of Jesus the Christ.

No assemblage of scholars, no collection of successful businessmen, no field of athletes and coaches, no courtroom full of judges and lawyers, no hospital full of doctors and surgeons, no university piled high with professors nor any great hall filled to the brim with politicians and statesmen can teach a child what the simplest assembly of saints can teach him.

But the child has to be there.  Someone must make sure that that child is brought to the assemblies of the saints.  Who better than his parents?

In those days, my mom and I never conversed much.  We got along to be sure.  But even though we seldom talked at any length, she said volumes by making sure I never missed an assembly of the church.

I owe the salvation of my soul to God, but God used my mom to reach me by her commitment to put her son in the company of saints.

He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.