GOD-KIND OF LOVE
Jason! Jason!! Ja…….son!!! My voice echoed in our small apartment situated in what I’ll refer to as one of the busiest neighbourhoods in town, with a lot of families that are averagely comfortable. My eyes turned red as my left foot hit the small side stool beside the big sofa in our living room. I limped towards the door, banged it behind me and began the search for my twelve years old son who of course was the only one among his three brothers that could get me to this height of anger and displeasure. On the floor of the room, his books were scattered around with his school uniform on the handle of his reading chair. He didn’t turn off the tap that flowed into the sink after using it and now the water was all over the kitchen making its way to the store, My anger doubled. It seemed to provide me with more energy as I walked faster and paid less attention to my hurting foot. Of course, I knew where he would be, the open space behind the Amazing Grace Church where little boys of his age played soccer after school had closed each day. I had made up my mind to serve him a dirty slap, pull his ear very hard and drag him home where the deal will be finished. I was getting fed up with my son.
No slapping, No shouting, No voices, It was unusual. The field was always filled with children and their chattering and shouting filled the atmosphere whilst the sun began its journey behind the clouds. I looked at my wrist watch, it was 4:53 pm. I hurried along. I made the last turn beside the cream-painted church wall and stood as though someone had held me down. The field was empty, except for Jason who was lying still in the centre, I ran to him calling his name. As I knelt beside him, the sight I beheld sent goose pimples all over my body. Blood was flowing from his forehead, minor bruises covered his long-pale face. My heart melted. I carried him in my arms and made for the road to flag down a taxi that would take us to the nearest clinic.
Irrespective of how annoying Jason had been alongside what he did earlier, I didn’t want to lose him, I loved my son dearly. All I needed to do was to be patient with him, praying and instructing him in the word of God as I had always done. But I must say, I was losing it. As the taxi galloped, I held him tightly against my chest; my heart was tender towards him. Then it hit me, looking at my son, I considered how mad I was towards him because of the mess he had always gotten himself, I hated what he did but I yet loved him.
God loves me exceedingly and sent His Son to die for me so I could receive His life and be free by just believing in Him. I remember receiving Jesus when I was twenty-seven. God had waited that long for me even though I had turned my back to Him countless times. I felt ashamed, here was my little Jason right in my arms and I was getting fed up with his bad habits while I was being loved unconditionally by my Father (God). I made up my mind to love him no matter what and I whispered into his ears, ‘I love you, Jason’.
I’ll be patient with him: Someone was patient with me.
