Contributed by Carole Geckle

He was reading aloud and I had kind of “zoned out.”  We have department devotions a couple of times a week where I work, but it was early in the morning and I wasn’t completely awake yet.  As I stared out the window at the cloudy and wintery-dead scenery, the words of Psalm 2 filled my head, but not my thoughts:

“Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest He be angry…”

Suddenly the words being read came alive and filled the room like the scent of spring…Kiss the sun…It had been a cold winter and I was craving warmth.  Kissing the sun-or the sun kissing me-sounded pretty good.  The idea woke up my body like sunshine streaming through the bedroom window in the morning.

I looked down at my Bible.  It was open to Psalm 2 and my eyes went to verse 12 like it was a magnet.  Kiss the Son…seeing those words in print woke up my sluggish mind just like the idea of sunshine woke up my body.  Kiss the Son…what a gorgeous thought.  How, Lord, how? How can I kiss You?

And then I knew.  I kiss the Son whenever I pray, or read His Word, or sing His praises, or offer a cup of cold water in His name.  I kiss the Son when I appreciate the beauty of God’s creation, or help a creature more helpless than I.  I kiss the Son, and I am awakened.

“Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and you perish in the way, for His wrath is quickly kindled.  Blessed are all who take refuge in Him.” Psalm 2:12

Have you kissed the Son today?