“Haley. I feel like Jesus would never side hug me!” she says.
I laugh and nod because it is true. And because the way she sees Jesus, the way she loves Jesus is beautiful and true. She calls me out of my scholarship, even as she loves to learn what I am learning, and invites me to dance around my kitchen with Jesus just because.
And, because it’s what we do and how we met, I tweet her statement.
"I feel like Jesus would never side hug me." - @emelina #TRUTH
— Haley Cloyd (@haleykristine) February 17, 2013
We settle onto the couch with plates of dinner, a selection of nail polishes, and James Bond. By the end of the movie her statement has at least 20 retweets. Which, sure, isn’t anything to write home about, or tweet about, but followers and stats are not the point here. The point is that something about Jesus pulling us close with both arms hits home.
Jesus would never side hug you.
Jesus does not side hug you.
He faces you square on, and wraps both of his arms around you.
He pulls you close into a full body hug.
Because Jesus isn’t afraid of you, or of what it means if, in hugging you, your boobs touch his chest.
Because Jesus isn’t afraid of what someone else will think if they see two dudes locked in a full on embrace without any back patting.
Because nothing about the cross is a side hug.
The cross is a full on embrace of the mess and dirt and sin of who we are, exactly where we are.
So no, Jesus would never, ever side hug you. Ever.