I am, Jesus says, for the third time. A shepherd guards the entrance to the sheep fold. My body is the door. I am the gate.
It’s an image of protection; there is safety to be found in Jesus.
It’s an image of provision, there is nourishment to be found through Jesus.
It’s an image of personal, costly commitment.
Jesus the gate, like the mothers we celebrate today, protects and provides for us with love that is willing to put itself between us and danger.