What Your Mom And Jesus Probably Have In Common

Way back in the day when I was just a little guy, I used to be really awesome at roller skating. I know that makes me sound like a gigantic dork but hey…it was cool at the time. When I was 13 or 14 years old…I was doing some sweet nerd moves on my skates at the skating rink one day and apparently there was a kid there that didn’t like my moves. He thought I was trying to show off in front of his girlfriend or something. This kid was a thug…and he was 17 or 18 years old. He was about 2 times my size and a good 4 years older than me. I was a young skinny little runt and I had no idea I was making this guy mad.

So…one of the times around the rink I was skating backwards. This kid was waiting for me and when I passed him, he ran toward me on his skates and tried to sucker punch me in the face. His fist barely missed my face and I quickly tried to skate away. The guy kept coming after me. As I was trying to escape…I see this crazy woman out of the corner of my eye. When I looked toward her I realized that it was my mom. She was barreling across the skating rink floor like a mack truck, in her white socks, dodging skaters, bobbing and weaving to rush this guy like a linebacker to protect me from this monster.

I’ll never forget that day. Not because I almost got beat up, but because I’ve never seen fire in someone’s eyes like I did that day in my mom. I’ve got to admit…I was a little embarrassed that my mom was running out there to protect me, but I never forgot that look in her eye. I knew without a doubt that she would do anything for me and that she loved me more than any human being could ever put into words.

I’ve seen that look in the eyes of many other moms as it pertains to their kids over the years. These moms are just not people you want to mess with when they’re defending their kids. They can conjure superhuman strength to protect those whom they’ve brought into this world and it’s truly a sight to see.

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When I think of Christ entering the Garden of Gethsemane, I think of my mom. I have no doubt that my mom would enter that garden and endure excruciating pain unto death if it meant saving my life. I have no doubt of that. That love cannot be described. It is incomprehensible to the human mind unless you have experienced it. Just as we cannot comprehend the love that Christ had for us as he entered into that garden, we cannot comprehend the love a mother has for her child.

Words just don’t cut it. Only the actions tell the story.

Many people today only think of Jesus as being the kind, meek, miracle worker who was nice to everyone. While all of that is true about Jesus, we sometimes forget that Jesus was referenced six times in the Bible as “El-Kana” or a “jealous God.” We sometimes wonder how it is that a God can be jealous, but it’s not the act of jealousy that is trying to be conveyed by using the word “jealousy.” It’s the emotion associated with the act of jealousy that is at the heart of the description. The Semitic root קנא (qn’) appears to denote a becoming deep red. That red emotion is associated with the deepest levels of love and hate. Remember that Jesus is not returning to this earth as a lamb…and he won’t be wearing white. Jesus returns as a Lion and his eyes will be “as a flame of fire” and He will be wearing red according to the Book of Revelation (Rev 19:11-13.) His love for us in its purest form always manifested itself to us in red. Blood red in the garden and blood red in his raiment upon his return to protect and defend us from our attackers.

What the scriptures describe as jealousy is really just an attempt to describe in words Jesus’s divine godly desire to protect and defend those that He calls His. That “kana” or “qana” that we see in Christ is an attribute that is hard wired into the mothers who brought us into this world.

If you’re a mother…I’m sure you’ve felt that “kana,” that fire, that love, that protection, and that devotion that can only be described as a godly attribute and divine emotion.

I’ll never forget that flame of fire I saw in my mother’s eyes that day on a skating rink floor. I think that’s how Christ faced the Garden of Gethsemane and the cross. He knew us…He loved us…and we was on a mission to defend us and nothing would get in his way regardless of how bitter that cup might be.

We are so blessed to have mothers that can give us a glimpse into the heart that Jesus has for us.

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