The Bee That Stung My Mother

A young man was once asked if he had accepted Jesus as his Savior. “Oh, yes,” he replied, “I did that when the bee stung my mother.”

“What do you mean?” his questioner asked.

The young man explained that one day, a large bee came buzzing around his head. He tried to swat it away, but it kept coming closer. At last he ran to his mother and hid himself under her long white apron. She put her arms around him and comforted him.

“Unfortunately, the bee stung her on one of her bare arms,” the young man said. “But then she showed me the bee, which had lost its stinger in her arm. ‘Look, it has stung me instead of you,’ she said. ‘It cannot hurt you now.’ ”

Then she explained how Jesus received the sting of death instead of us, and if we believe that he has taken our place, the law having punished Him in our stead, it’s impossible for it to punish us.

The young man said, “It was when the bee stung my mother that I accepted Jesus as my Savior.”