A Call for Godly Mothers
“Once upon a time, a certain town grew up at the foot of a mountain range. It was sheltered in the lee of the protecting heights, so that the wind that shuddered at the doors and flung handfuls of sleet against the window panes was a wind whose fury was spent. High up in the hills, a strange and quiet forest dweller took it upon himself to be the Keeper of the Springs. He patrolled the hills; and wherever he found a spring, he cleaned its brown pool of silt and fallen leaves, of mud and mold, and took away from the spring all foreign matter – so that the water that bubbled up through the sand ran down clean and cold and pure. It leaped sparkling over rocks, and dropped joyously in crystal cascades until – swollen by other streams – it became a river of life to the busy town. Millwheels were whirled by its rush. Gardens were refreshed by its waters. Fountains threw it like diamonds into the air. Swans sailed on its limpid surface, and children laughed as they played on its banks in the sunshine.
“But the City Council was a group of hard-headed, hard-boiled businessmen. They scanned the civic budget and found in it the salary of a Keeper of the Springs. Said the Keeper of the Purse: “Why should we pay this romance ranger? We never see him; he is not necessary to our town’s work life. If we build a reservoir just above the town, we can dispense with his services and save his salary.” Therefore, the City Council voted to dispense with the unnecessary cost of a Keeper of the Springs and to build a cement reservoir.
“So the Keeper of the Springs no longer visited the brown pools, but watched from the heights while they built the reservoir. When it was finished, it soon filled up with water, to be sure; but the water did not seem to be the same. It did not seem to be as clean, and a green scum soon befouled its stagnant surface. There were constant troubles with the delicate machinery of the mills, for it was often clogged with slime; and the swans found another home above the town. At last, an epidemic raged; and the clammy, yellow fingers of sickness reached into every home in every street and lane.
“The City Council met again. Sorrowfully, it faced the city’s plight; and frankly, it acknowledged the mistake of the dismissal of the Keeper of the Springs. They sought him out of his hermit hut, high in the hills, and begged him to return to his former joyous labor. Gladly he agreed, and began once more to make his rounds. It was not long until pure water came lilting down under tunnels of ferns and mosses and to sparkle in the cleansed reservoir. Millwheels turned again as of old. Stenches disappeared. Sickness waned, and convalescent children playing in the sun laughed again because the swans had come back.
“Do not think me fanciful, too imaginative, or too extravagant in my language when I say that I think of women – and particularly of our mothers – as Keepers of the Springs. The phrase, while poetic, is true and descriptive. We feel its warmth, its softening influence; and however forgetful we have been, however much we have taken for granted life’s precious gifts, we are conscious of wistful memories that surge out of the past – the sweet, tender, poignant fragrances of love. Nothing that has been said, nothing that could be said, or that ever will be said would be eloquent enough, expressive enough, or adequate to make articulate that peculiar emotion we feel to our mothers. So I shall make my tribute a plea for Keepers of the Springs, who will be faithful to their tasks.
“There never has been a time when there was a greater need for Keepers of the Springs, or when there were more polluted springs to be cleansed. If the home fails, the country is doomed! The breakdown of homelife and influence will mark the breakdown of the nation. If the Keepers of the Springs desert their posts or are unfaithful to their responsibilities, the future outlook of this country is black indeed. This generation needs Keepers of the Springs who will be courageous enough to cleanse the springs that have been polluted. It is not an easy task, nor is it a popular one; but it must be done for the sake of the children, and the young women of today must do it…
“I believe women come nearer fulfilling their God-given function in the home than anywhere else (Titus 2:3-5; 1 Timothy 5:14; Proverbs 7:10, 11). It is a much nobler thing to be a good wife than to be Miss America. It is a greater achievement to establish a Christian home than it is to produce a second-rate novel filled with filth… The world has enough women who know how to be smart; it needs women who are willing to be simple. The world has enough women who know how to be brilliant; it needs some who will be brave. The world has enough women who are popular; it needs more who are pure. We need women – and men, too! – who would rather be [Biblically] right than socially correct.”
These paragraphs were extracted from “Keepers of the Springs,” published by Chapel Library in their quarterly Free Grace Broadcaster (Issue #229). The original article’s author was Peter Marshall (1902-1949), a Scottish-born American preacher who was appointed twice as the Chaplain of the United States Senate.
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All for our King’s glory,