A kiss is an intimate thing. I kiss my wife and not many others except my mom and granddaughters.

I kissed my dad’s forehead during his final days of life when he was discomforted and confused by dementia. 

I’ve seen people kiss championship trophies.

A kiss says that someone or something is very special. Everything else going on in the world cannot interrupt that moment and the importance of the relationship.

“Kiss his son, or he will be angry and your way will lead to your destruction. … Blessed are all who take refuge in him” (Psalm 2:12).

God invites you to kiss Jesus, his Son. Jesus wants an important relationship with you. He wants to look into your eyes, you to look into his, and for you to know that everything going on in the world cannot interrupt what he wants to do—with you.

Jesus is the King of the universe, yet sinners can and should kiss him in faith and love. If anyone turns away from Jesus, then they choose their own lost path and ultimate destruction.

A sinful woman, whom I believe was a prostitute, kissed Jesus’ feet and poured expensive perfume on them (Luke 7). And in the Garden of Gethsemane, Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss—a familiar form of greeting in that culture and time. For Jesus it was the kiss of death (Luke 22). 

What do these two kisses have in common, as Jesus comes close to both people?