It was Mother’s Day, and the church was packed with smiling families, bouquets of flowers, and an air of anticipation. As per tradition, the church leaders not only honored all mothers but planned a special presentation to honor the newest mother, the past year’s first-time mothers, the mother with the most children, and the one with the worst children (not really, only because there was a logjam at the bottom of that pile).
The highlight: recognizing the oldest mother in the congregation—a moment always met with applause and smiles.
The traditional moment called for the pastor to honor the various mothers with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. However, I was the new pastor still getting acquainted with the families and their names.
I love to honor mothers, but this was not in my comfort zone. I tried to get others in church leadership more familiar with the people to emcee the festivities. They insisted the former pastor always did it this way.
I can assure you he never did what I was about to do…shock the world with a scandalous announcement that would leave the raucous Jerry Springer TV crowd in silence.
A lady handed me a bouquet of long stemmed red roses as the usher handed me a note with the name of the oldest mother… Mrs. Foster.
I gripped the microphone in one hand and the bouquet in the other as I declared the honored recipient. “The award for oldest mother goes to… Mrs. Foster!”
The congregation erupted in thunderous applause.
I noticed Mrs. Annie Foster sitting in her usual spot near the back. She was in her eighties. The announcement did not phase her. I thought she might be hard-of-hearing. She sat there motionless except for soft applause with her feeble hands.
I announced her name again as I pleaded with her to stand up. The humble and polite octogenarian famous for her pecan pie remained unfazed. Apparently, she felt the same awkwardness as I did.
I raised the stakes as the eyes of the people searched the room. “Miss Annie Foster, come on down!”
One might have mistaken this moment for the TV gameshow, The Price is Right, when the famous announcer, Johnny Olsen shouted his iconic catchphrase, “Come on Down!” Upon hearing their name, the contestant would jump to her feet, hug people in the same row, and then leap and dance with the excitement of a kid in a candy store as she made her way to Contestants’ Row and the welcome greeting from the smiling host, Bob Barker.

Annie Foster did not stand up. She did not dance. She did not even smile.
The woman I announced as the oldest and most respected mother sat there with the glazed eyes of a deer caught in the headlights. A kind man near her went to help her out of the pew and walk her down the aisle to receive her flowers.
The applause began to die down as the people began to sense the awkwardness. Miss Annie was not only embarrassed, but she also appeared to be in shock as her blush covered cheeks turned pale.
I did not know that Miss Annie never had children. Never. Did the new pastor leak some dark hidden secret? Did an orphaned child now an older woman come forth to divulge her mysterious mother?
The front-row deacons sat in stunned silence, and even the organist stopped mid-hymn. Whispers fluttered through the sanctuary like startled birds. Eventually, a hush fell over the church.
I greeted Miss Annie with a hug and then the flowers. She was as nervous as I was, just more stunned and speechless. As she stumbled back to her pew to the sound of polite applause, the usher slipped me another note.
“Cleolice Foster is the oldest mother. Annie Foster has no children.”
I never considered the name on the note might be Mrs. Foster, working in the nursery as she did for most of her eighty-plus years.
I announced the correction. “Excuse me. I made a mistake. Mrs. Cleolice Foster is our oldest mother. She is working in the nursery.”
I determined this would be my last year as the ceremonial moderator. Sweet Miss Annie wanted to give back the flowers. The usher suggested they could be used for my funeral.
As for Miss Annie, she would have to face the music and answer those inquiring minds.
“Lucy, you have some ‘splainin to do.”
Mistaken Identity.
As a college student in Boston, I was handcuffed due to mistaken identity. I have been wrongfully added to a Zoom call, stopped for questioning in a TSA inquisition at airport security, and accosted by a perceived old school friend who was certain I was Bob. When I replied that I was not Bob, the aggravated person responded, “That sounds exactly like something Bob would say.”
Mistaken Identity.
Mostly I get mistaken for someone who has his life together with no problems.
I drag myself out of bed as if I have no rhyme or reason for this moment in the heavenly spotlight. “Why me?”
God sees me stumbling down the aisle of life as if I have no clue of His greatness. Or ten thousand reasons to celebrate each day.
God hands me a note from the #1 Textbook. “This is not who you are; you are My light in this world.”
You are not who you were.
You are not what you feel.
You are not what you have achieved.
You are in Christ.
And that changes everything.
I remember my mother saying many times as I was leaving the house, “Do not forget who you are.”
The Lord constantly reminds us of that strong encouragement every time we engage with this culture. “Do not forget who you are.” (#1 Textbook)
You are IN CHRIST. You are a new creation. You are not your own. It is no longer you who lives in your body, but Christ LIVES inside you to LEAD you to others He intends to LOVE through you.

What about you? Does your attitude, actions, or outlook on the current state of your life give cause for someone to question your faith in God?
Live in such a way that your devotion to Jesus cannot be mistaken as anything less than genuine and wholehearted.
Whenever I get messed up or mistaken about my true identity, it reflects a greater problem … a mistaken identity of God as I face challenging circumstances.
Who is my God? Who is your God?
Do not live with a mistaken identity of your God. Get to know Him better.
Join me as we take our weary minds and weak bodies to Isaiah 40 and focus on the last verse.
Those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.
- Our God is the Great CREATOR.
Who else has held the oceans in his hand?
Who has measured off the heavens with his fingers?
Who else knows the weight of the earth
or has weighed the mountains and hills on a scale? (v. 12)
Are you deaf to the words of God—
the words he gave before the world began? (v. 21)
Look up into the heavens.
Who created all the stars?
He brings them out like an army, one after another,
calling each by its name.
Because of his great power and incomparable strength,
not a single one is missing.
How can you say the Lord does not see your troubles?
How can you say God ignores your rights?
Have you never heard?
Have you never understood?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of all the earth. (vs. 26-28)
- Our God is the Great CONQUEROR.
Shout, and do not be afraid.
Tell the towns of Judah,
“Your God is coming!”
Yes, the Sovereign Lord is coming in power.
He will rule with a powerful arm.
See, he brings his reward with him as he comes.
He will feed his flock like a shepherd.
He will carry the lambs in his arms,
holding them close to his heart.
He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young. (vs. 9-11)
All the nations of the world
are but a drop in the bucket.
They are nothing more
than dust on the scales.
He picks up the whole earth
as though it were a grain of sand. (v. 15)
He never grows weak or weary. (v. 28)
- Our God is the great COUNSELOR.
The word of our God stands forever. (v. 8)
Who is able to advise the Spirit of the Lord?
Who knows enough to give him advice or teach him?
Has the Lord ever needed anyone’s advice?
Does he need instruction about what is good?
Did someone teach him what is right
or show him the path of justice? (vs.13-14)
No one can measure the depths of his understanding. (v. 28)
- Our God is the great CHOREOGRAPHER.
Listen! It’s the voice of someone shouting,
“Clear the way through the wilderness
for the Lord!
Make a straight highway through the wasteland
for our God!
Fill in the valleys,
and level the mountains and hills.
Straighten the curves,
and smooth out the rough places.
Then the glory of the Lord will be revealed,
and all people will see it together.” (vs. 3-5)
Did someone teach him what is right
or show him the path of justice? (v. 14)
- Our God is the great COMFORTER.
“Comfort, comfort my people,”
says your God.
Speak tenderly to them. (vs.1-2)
How can you say the Lord does not see your troubles?
How can you say God ignores your rights? (v. 21)
He gives power to the weak
and strength to the powerless. (v. 29)
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint. (v. 31)
- Our God is INCOMPARABLE in GREATNESS.
To whom can you compare God? (v. 18)
“To whom will you compare me?
Who is my equal?” asks the Holy One. (v. 25)
Look at your life. Look at this culture and this world. Listen to the news. It is enough to make you sick and scared. Its biggest danger is to cause us to lose sight of our God’s incomparable greatness.
Because of our God, we wait, not worry. We are victors, not victims. We overcome, not live overwhelmed. We grow, not grumble… We soar, not sink.
Those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.













