Her eyes sparkled with light tears. She smiled softly. She said “Yes!” passionately. Then, right there in the restaurant, she came over and kissed me. That was her response
Last week, Terry and I went on a road trip to Salisbury, N.C. I had proffered to her the trip idea weeks before under the guise of going and getting some Lexington-style barbeque there in Salisbury, getting some luscious and fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts at the bakery there in Salisbury, and visiting my Aunt Thelma there in Salisbury.
All the while, I primarily had in mind a particular agenda for Valentine’s Day with her. It went off very well indeed as I had hoped. After my little speech and proposal question (“Will you stay married to me?), the presentation of my handmade card, and the giving of my gift, we continued to dine on “Carolina Cue” (as it is referred to at this Salisbury barbeque restaurant) with the accompanying red vinegar slaw and hushpuppies.
There has been no uncertain afterglow for the two of us with the experience of that evening and the trip as a whole. I have had time to continue to think about it since, and, which often happens, the Lord has proffered a certain spiritual insight in connection with it.
It has to do specifically with her kiss. It was not in any way an inappropriate PDA there in the restaurant, but a reasonable response to a meaningful moment. In so many terms, she openly and lovingly identified with me.
The Scriptural investment comes from one of the Psalmists who was inspired by God to write with associated terms about the messianic and divine authority of Jesus Christ. At one point, he instructed the people to “Kiss the Son…”
This was the Son whom the Psalmist said had been “begotten” (a term which refers to the special status between God the Father and God the Son) of God, writing verses before, “The Lord has said, You are my Son; this day have I begotten you.” It is the writer of the Book of Hebrews that gives the significant interpretation as it refers specifically to the divinity of Jesus Christ. To answer those who question Christ’s divinity, it must be remembered that Jesus Christ was divine even before He came to earth.
Nonetheless, the suggested action of kissing the Son is a matter that should not be wasted by our inattention. According to context, it was an expected gesture in the king’s court to kiss the son. The bottom line is that it indicated identification with the son.
That being true, the comparison truth for us is compelling. It is critically important that we, the people of the Church, demonstrate a willing, open, and loving identification with Jesus Christ.
First, it must be admitted that there is a certain current and contemporary slackness on the part of so many who say they are a part of the Church. It is incredulous the numbers who do not “Kiss the Son” by not corporately worshipping. Churches should be over-flowing weekly with those showing spiritual homage unto the Lord. That man should be, oh, most certainly, worshipped in the places of worship by us.
Praying is to be seen in the light of “Kiss the Son.” So should daily reading of the Scripture. Faithfulness. Commitment. Service. Instead of “Kiss the Son,” it is more these days like “sticking out the tongue at the Son” in contemptuous and deliberate neglect. Jesus Christ does not deserve that kind of disregard. He has done too much for us.
Furthermore, willingness to live out the spiritual expectations of Jesus Christ in our daily lives is critical, too. There are a variety of Biblical statements that urge us on to do that, one of which is, “Come out from among them, and be ye separate.” There is a definitive purpose of God in that we live the spiritually-related difference in Jesus Christ.
It is not a matter of kissing up to the Son. That does not work. But, to “Kiss the Son”—-that is the spiritual gesture to keep in mind.
As an aside, I noticed that her lips did taste a little bit like barbeque, which made for a tasty kiss for sure. I think she still likes me, too. I’m just a lucky dog.
The Rev. Ron Branch is pastor of Faith Baptist Church in Mason, W.Va.