Hugs and Kisses

hugs

I remember as a child of about five years old, my mother was still in high school. My father worked far away in another country. It was only my mother and I, coming home from school; I would play as was a juvenile thing to do. As it got late, I would sit on our door way facing the East where I knew my mother appeared from when she came from school.

I would sit with bated breath just waiting to see an image of a black and white school uniform.Once I spotted any appearance that looked similar to what I waited with an intense famish of my mother’s presence, I would run with an extraordinary gratification towards the person but to my dismay most of the times I would be wrong and just  be deceived by just a look alike appearance. But once I realized that I ran to the right person being my mother, I would hug her so tight; the wait would just be overwhelming and so much worth the wait.

My story reminds me of the story of the prodigal son. Luke 15:20, “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around and kissed him.” I can just imagine the father, viewing as far his eyes can see every day just yearning to one day see his son come back home. I can just imagine the father waiting everyday just like I waited for my mother. I can just imagine the father envisioning how he would overspill his affection and passion with hugs and kisses.

Romans 4:8, “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that while we were sinners, Christ died for us.” This demonstrates the love of the Father. Just like the father of the prodigal son, God displayed His passion for us through the death of Jesus while we were sinners. Just similar to the father of the prodigal son, he ran to his son in hot pursuit even before his son stepped into his premises. Even before the prodigal son would even utter a word, the father was showering his son with kisses and hugs.

Luke 15:22, “But the father said to his servants,Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. ” The son was so focused on himself trying to condemn himself and the response of the father was way contradictory to the son’s inquisition but the father’s focal point was is just exhibiting his affection, passion and zeal towards the son. He took it way ahead and drove it home by insisting that the son be given the “best” robe.

Isn’t this what we do most of the time when we approach God, Luke 15:21, “The son said to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.” God is not fascinated in this kind of talk. He knows it’s toxic and wearies us, as an alternative to this, God wants to lavish us.

Just like I waited with bated breath for my mother with my eyes fixed in the East side. Just like the father waited each day hoping and longing for his son to come back. Just like the father ran towards his son with passion and rained kisses and hugs to his son. That’s just as little as I can explain the love of God towards us and I will try to go deeper and deeper in explaining His love in the coming articles.

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