God's Love for Us: A Mother's Love

 

I greet you all in the precious name of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not comparing God’s love for us with Mum’s love for her children. But if you’ve got a few minutes to spare, I encourage you to read on.

Everybody knows God loves us beyond imagination because Pastor has said it again and again. Other religious leaders say it and the Holy Scriptures says it.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son”, (John 3:16).

Do you sometimes imagine how much love a mum has for her children? Many of us have experienced that physical love and cuddles, some are still enjoying this ‘endless love’ while others have lost their mums (including me).

I feel sorry for those who never had the chance to feel the cuddle from their mums, but trust me, wherever your mums are, they love you! While thinking about our mums and imagining what goes through their minds especially in difficult situations with their children, I came across this guy, I call him OKELO (not the real name) for convenience.

To cut a long story short, a make-shift house was on fire and everybody was fleeing the house (and the area). One woman learnt that her baby was still in the house and indeed she could hear the child crying. With great courage, the woman headed towards the burning house. Reaching her child, she wrapped the little tot in the blanket and headed to the exit.

As she was jumping out of the exit door, the front burning roof collapsed upon her. She lost sight, hit the pole that was in front of the house, lost control and fell on the ground but held firmly and tightly onto her beloved baby! The woman was burned beyond recognition but crawled through the burning fire until the baby was safe. The baby escaped with no burns but the poor mum lost over 75% of her body!

After years the mum recovered and was bringing up her child as a single parent, who worked tirelessly for her child and even got a better house. It didn’t take long when the boy was grown up and he couldn’t bear looking at his mum’s awful face when he is having his meal (she lost her appearance to the burns).

When the boy grew up, he never would allow his mum to meet his friends, because she appeared horrible! At one point the boy had to make a set of rules clear. “Mum” he said, “I will always tell you in advance whenever my girlfriend is coming over”

All I want you to do is; prepare food, keep it on the table and disappear before she (the girlfriend) comes in, to show your face again when she is gone”. The poor woman would do as instructed whole-heartedly simply because she wanted her child to live happily! Sometimes she would sit in her bedroom breathing softly and slowly, else she’d be heard. (Thank God she didn’t have a mobile phone; she would be in trouble if the phone rang!).

One day Okelo was shouting at his mum demanding to know why she did not have another child, preferably a girl, to live with him as he was tired of looking at his horrible mum.

His mum stretched her arms to embrace him but he shouted saying, “Don’t you dare lay your dirty hands on me”! His mum was moved and softly said;

“My son, Okelo, I love you so much and I am proud of you. You are such a handsome boy with no scratches or marks on your body. When you were six months old”, she went on, “our house caught fire. You were inside crying when I ran into the burning house, wrapped you in the blanket, held you in these arms you see (again she stretched her arms) and ran outside. As I was getting out of the house, The burning roof collapsed on me. I couldn’t see ahead of me, hit the pole and fell but kept hold of you until I was out of the fire. I did not mind the pain as long as you were alive and unhurt. Even today, I feel happy whenever I look at your clear skin because I BEAR IT ALL FOR YOU”.

At this point, Okelo fell on his knees, embraced his mum’s legs and with tears running down his face, he kissed his mum’s feet and said, “I love you mum and I am sorry”. His mum replied: “No, I am sorry because after the fire accident my reproductive system was destroyed, and I couldn’t have another child to be with you”.

I remember rubbing a tear off my eye when I heard this story. As I said earlier on, I am not comparing God’s love with Mum’s love. At this point I want to leave you with a simple question; ‘If mum can love that much, how much more do you think God loves you’?

God bless you and thank you for reading this.

Brother Dalton Buzigye