It's Called Grace

by Joey Davis

I am my momma's baby boy. All six feet three inches of me. Despite the fact that I'm thirty-two years old and have a family of my won, I'm still my momma's baby boy.
As a matter. of fact, my momma still calls me "baby." She is the only person in the world who does it, or would be allowed to do it. I am her youngest son and now her only child, I never re
ally understood why she still calls me "baby" until Olivia and Sawyer came along. Now I realize that: even when I'm old, and what hair hasn't turned loose, has turned gray, I'll still be momma's baby boy.
Recently I heard her tell someone something that was impossible for me to believe. Some "kind hearted and well meaning" person asked her if it was tough raising a "kid like him." Her reply was, "he has never given me a moment's trouble."
In the back of my mind I couldn't help but think that mom was lying like a cheap rug. Didn't she remember the time that my brother and I shot all of the glass ornaments off the Christmas tree with the BB gun she gave us? Didn't she remember the time she was called from my high school because my friends and I were caught "borrowing" the Shoney's Big Boy? How about the time she got a call from a State Trooper because I landed my brother's 1970 LeSabre in a tree? Didn't she recall the time I broke curfew for the fourth time in a row? What about the time my brother and I made a sled out of a baby buggy and sledded off of the tobacco barn? C'mon mom, these were gems of adolescence! (don't try these things at home: they were. done by a professional stunt kid)
Needless to say, I wasn't the most obedient child on the planet. Raising me wasn't dull. I realize that there have been many times that I have disappointed my mother. I'm sure there have been times that have broken her heart. Yet, I have always been a faithful son.
When I remind her about some of the things I did to tint her hair a lovely shade of gray, she always says the same things, "you know, I had forgotten about that," or "I don't remember that happening." It is interesting what a parent will forget concerning a child who has been faithful. It's called grace...
...For those who are faithful to Christ, God will say of our sinful moments, "you know, I don't remember that happening." We'll think, "you don't remember the time that I...", and knowing our thoughts he'll show us' an altar covered by the blood of Jesus and say, "you have never given me a moment's trouble." It's called grace, and it's still amazing!

October 23, 1994

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It's Called Grace by Joey Davis I am my momma's baby boy. All six feet three inches of me. Despite the fact that I'm thirty-two years old and have a family of my won, I'm still my momma's baby boy. As a matter. of fact, my momma still calls me "baby." She is the only person in the world who does it, or would be allowed to do it. I am her youngest son and now her only child, I never re ally understood why she still calls me "baby" until Olivia and Sawyer came along. Now I realize that: even when I'm old, and what hair hasn't turned loose, has turned gray, I'll still be momma's baby boy. Recently I heard her tell someone something that was impossible for me to believe. Some "kind hearted and well meaning" person asked her if it was tough raising a "kid like him." Her reply was, "he has never given me a moment's trouble." In the back of my mind I couldn't help but think that mom was lying like a cheap rug. Didn't she remember the time that my brother and I shot all of the glass ornaments off the Christmas tree with the BB gun she gave us? Didn't she remember the time she was called from my high school because my friends and I were caught "borrowing" the Shoney's Big Boy? How about the time she got a call from a State Trooper because I landed my brother's 1970 LeSabre in a tree? Didn't she recall the time I broke curfew for the fourth time in a row? What about the time my brother and I made a sled out of a baby buggy and sledded off of the tobacco barn? C'mon mom, these were gems of adolescence! (don't try these things at home: they were. done by a professional stunt kid) Needless to say, I wasn't the most obedient child on the planet. Raising me wasn't dull. I realize that there have been many times that I have disappointed my mother. I'm sure there have been times that have broken her heart. Yet, I have always been a faithful son. When I remind her about some of the things I did to tint her hair a lovely shade of gray, she always says the same things, "you know, I had forgotten about that," or "I don't remember that happening." It is interesting what a parent will forget concerning a child who has been faithful. It's called grace... ...For those who are faithful to Christ, God will say of our sinful moments, "you know, I don't remember that happening." We'll think, "you don't remember the time that I...", and knowing our thoughts he'll show us' an altar covered by the blood of Jesus and say, "you have never given me a moment's trouble." It's called grace, and it's still amazing! October 23, 1994 Related Articles: Spoiled by Momma -Oct 08, 2000 Say It With Chalk -May 19, 1996 Print this Article Discuss this Article Back to the Sermon Page	Mt. Juliet Church of Christ 1940 N. Mt. Juliet Road P.O.Box 248 Mt.Juliet, TN 37122-0248 (615)758-2274 Fax:615-754-2351 Email Worship Services: Sunday Early Worship: 8AM Sunday Bible Study: 9:15AM Sunday Late Worship: 10:15AM Night Worship: 6PM Wednesday Bible Study: 7PM