Growing up there was always a special bond between my mother and I. There’s an unattributed quote that says “There has never been, nor will there ever be, anything quite so special as the love between a mother and a son.” And that especially rings true with my life, because if my mother’s love wasn’t straight from God, I’d be dead.
I found this on Facebook the other day:
My friend asked me what is was
like to live in a house full of boys.
So I peed on her bathroom floor,
ate everything in her fridge,
told her 800 stories about Minecraft,
farted 20 times, and when she
was ready to kill me I gave her a
hug and told her she was pretty.
I used to ride the thin line of my mother’s nerves and when that line became a shadow I would step back, look my mom in the eyes and tell her “I love you.” I never really understood why that worked, I just knew that it helped tremendously in keeping me alive.
I guess that’s why the story of the wedding at Cana in John 2 resonates with me:
The next day there was a wedding celebration in the village of Cana in Galilee. Jesus’ mother was there, and Jesus and his disciples were also invited to the celebration. The wine supply ran out during the festivities, so Jesus’ mother told him, “They have no more wine.”
“Dear woman, that’s not our problem,” Jesus replied. “My time has not yet come.”
But his mother told the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”
I’m betting that even though Jesus said He wasn’t ready, He probably had that look on His face of “I love you Mom and will do whatever you need of me.”
Love looked her in the eyes and she knew something could and should be done. She didn’t step back and let doubt cloud her judgment; she moved.
I finally understand why my mother was so moved by what I told her. She didn’t just listen to my words, she saw my face. She saw love looking at her. I understand that now because I see it myself. I see my children push me to the brink and when I feel like I can’t take any more, they give me a hug and say, “You’re my favorite daddy.” And I don’t hear the words so much as I see their faces, and the love on their faces pushes me to act.
That’s what Jesus wants from us. He doesn’t want us to just hear His words. He wants us to see His face, see His love, and act out of that love. It’s scary most of the time. If you’re anything like me you don’t want to immediately act; I want to keep pushing that line and see how far I can go. But I have to continually look at the face of Jesus, come to Him in prayer, and act out of that love.