Kevin C Hu

“But the moment I knelt down my mind was filled with the image of a three-year-old boy playing on the rug in his living room. Off in the corner his mother sat on the floor in the lotus position, knitting. Suddenly she dropped her work and beckoned to him. He toddled over and climbed up on her lap. She smiled down at him and asked softly, “How much do you love me?” He extended his tiny arms as far as they would go and exclaimed, “This much I love you.” In an instant, it was thirty-some years later; the little boy in the fullness of manhood hung nailed to a crossbeam. His mother looked up and said, “How much do you love me?” His arms were stretched out to the ends of the universe. “This much I love you.” And he died.”
― Brennan Manning, A Glimpse of Jesus: The Stranger to Self-Hatred