His betrayer had given them a sign: “The One I kiss, He’s the One; arrest Him!” So he went right up to Jesus and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed Him. Matthew 26:48-49
Then one of the Temple guards standing nearby slapped Jesus across the face. “Is that the way to answer the high priest?” he demanded. John 18:22
We love Him, or so we claim. For some of us, the kiss is our game. We walk around bearing His name, but every single moment, our Lord we betray. Together with the crowd, “Hosanna”, we cry, and with the same crowd, we yell “Crucify!” His standards offend us, His rules defy the game, so we, in the dead of the night, join the ones who say He’s to blame. We see His miracles, the wonders of His hands, yet our hearts curse Him in unbelief when He refuses to wear our vain crown. For us, a kiss will suffice, it’s a subtle way to let Him know that on our journey of life, we’ll rather walk alone.
They hate Him and without shame, so they’re bold to hit Him in the face. They walk around with shoulders high, proud to be the ones to crucify. His words have haunted them in their sleep, so they’ll rather have Him rest in peace; it’s better to kill the one who exposes their sin than deny their flesh it’s lustful meals. So they raise their hands in defiance and think they strike one who is weak, but meek as a lamb, He receives their blows and everything in between. With clenched fists, they boldly declare that they’ll rather die fighting Him out of the way.
One way or the other, many defy Him. Whether by a slap or a kiss, many betray Him. Yet He takes it all without a fight; laying down His life was always part of the plan. But one day, like a Lion, He will return, with a sword in His hands and judgement in His eyes. Those who defied Him will know without the shadow of a doubt as their knees fall helplessly to the ground, that He is the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last. So while there is still time and breath in your heart, it’ll be wise to reconsider your kiss or your slap.