With Mother’s Day come and gone, we can only imagine what that day may have been like for this cartoon family. (Remember, last Sunday’s comic strip was pulled to make way for the “Spokeschick“!) I imagine that the fancy award and title were just as artificial as the oversized bouquet. These were appeasements for Margie, “Flamethrower Mommy.”
So what do you think about fancy titles, awards, gifts, and being in the spotlight? I must admit that they are kind of nice at times, but they really do fade quickly.
When you think of a title like “The BEST Christian Mother Of The Year,” how do you feel about that? At first I’m thinking that’s fine, and there is sort of an understanding that most people believe their mother is “The BEST,” but I have to say I wonder about putting the word “Christian” in there. Does that imply that Hindu mothers and Buddhist mothers and Muslim mothers and Jewish mothers are somehow not quite as good? That their loving actions are somehow inferior in some way? I’m just asking. Sometimes little things like this make a difference in how we are perceived.
But this comic strip really isn’t about the question, “What makes a good mother?” or even “What does motherly love look like?” It’s more like “What does love look like?”
Does God even look at any of our love the way that people do? What if God perceives love somewhat like the way you and I perceive color? We see bright bold rich colors and we see dull drab poor colors. Could love be like that? Through God’s eyes?
What if Jesus has the ability to see love the way that we see light and color? It would be an astounding thing, wouldn’t you agree? Wouldn’t He see His own divine love radiating out from Himself, being reflected and dispersed through the lives of His followers just like each of us was a small prismatic mirror reflecting His divine love throughout the world?!?
What would Jesus call these people, these prismatic mirrors who have received and shared all that He has to give? What would be the greatest and BEST name or title He could give them? Surely it would be the longest most elaborate one ever, right?!?
No longer do I call you slaves, for the slave does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all things that I have heard from My Father I have made known to you. John 15:15 (NASB)
He would call them “Friend.” Can you really imagine a better title for yourself? “His Friend.”
Now back to the comic strip before closing! Amazing, isn’t it, that I waited until the end to point out how that the big yellow flame tulip looks remarkably like a blast from “Flamethrower Mommy” at her most unloving?!? If you don’t see the similarity, just browse back through a few “Flamethrower Mommy and Ghost Dad” comic strips! But tiptoe carefully!