10 years. Wow.
I meant to write this closer to April 25th, but with everything going on (Coronavirus, kids at home, etc), I haven’t quite gotten around to it until now. But after 10 years of following God, with some stumbles and struggles along the way, I finally find myself on top of a metaphorical mountain, able to look back at the path I’ve walked and see God’s hand, and His handiwork, along the way.
And I think that’s wisdom worth sharing.
I’ve known about God my entire life. I called myself a Christian for as long as I could remember. I grew up going to church. I even had my own little Bible as a child that I read from time to time. I knew all of the coffee cup verses.
Yes, I’ve known about Jesus my whole life.
So, why do I only consider myself a Christian for 10 years?
Because I knew OF Jesus. I didn’t KNOW Him.
See, I could tell you about my best friend “Rose” all day. I could tell you all about how great her cookie recipes are and how she makes the GREATEST cookies I’ve ever met.
But if someone asked you “who makes the best cookies?”, how could you truly say “Well, Rose does”…you don’t KNOW Rose! You’ve never tasted her cookies. How could you possibly know, without a doubt, that Rose makes the very best cookies ever?
I knew OF Jesus…but I didn’t KNOW Jesus. And while God placed a couple key people throughout my life that KNEW Him, I didn’t quite see Him for myself until April 25th, 2010.
I wanted PEACE, but I didn’t understand that PEACE comes from knowing Him.
I wanted LOVE, but I didn’t understand that the ability to love and be loved, even during the most painful of heartaches, comes from the Holy Spirit and not from myself.
I wanted HOPE, but I didn’t understand that the hope that keeps you clinging on when everything looks hopeless comes only from knowing how to truly value things.
I wanted FAITH, but I didn’t understand that true faith comes from walking through the fire and seeing that God walks with you, right through the flames. And if He did it once before, He’ll do it again!
God is an inexhaustible ocean. When we trust Him, we dive head first, and though we may try, we will never reach the bottom because THERE IS NONE.
He is INFINITE.
That’s the hope that gets us through medical diagnoses, through heartbreak, through pain, and yes, even through death.
Because DEATH can’t hold us down. It’s been defeated.
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand.” – John 10:27-28
“For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” – Philippians 1:21
I bet you’re wondering why I didn’t share my story. If you’re truly interested in reading my story, you can find it here, but I didn’t want to share it this time.
The GOSPEL is so much bigger than just me.
There are saints that came before me and there are saints that will come after me, long after I’m gone. Honestly, I’ve been trying to live by this quote I recently heard from Nikolaus Zinzendorf: “Preach the Gospel, die, and be forgotten”.
A huge part of my story was realizing I knew OF Jesus, but I didn’t KNOW Him. If you find yourself in that position, I’d encourage you to get a Bible and start getting to know Him. The Book of John is a great place to read the words of Christ Himself.
And Pray. Ask the Holy Spirit to reveal Himself to you as you read the Word of God.
He’s faithful to do it.
His Glory Alone,