The Jesus I want to show people isn’t a mass-Jesus. His nature isn’t that of a flyer, or a tract, or even a little green pocket New Testament. His nature is love, and He is so close you can feel Him on your skin, you can smell him in the spring, feel His embrace when you grieve, and hear His cries of joy in your victory.
When we are unsure of ourselves, our faith, or our direction in life, is when He is closest. When I open my Bible and every verse seems to be written just for me, I know it’s not a coincidence.
If I struggle to concede my rights, and insist that justice is in my own hands, God is there. Or if I want something else, or something more because I think I deserve it, He’s there. If I am disappointed, because what I prayed for so long didn’t yeild fruit, He is so near I can feel His breath.
“So I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh.” Galatians 5:16
Wandering down the dark road of new endeavors and sure-disappointment seems unbearable until I realize that it’s only the next mile that I can’t see. My path, where I will take the next step, is alight with day, with clarity, with peace. He is here.
“A man’s heart plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9
My heart is to show the world this Jesus, the one that is closer than a kiss, and nearer than your own flesh, more personal than a church service, and deeper than the depths of your own soul. He satisfies because He isn’t a New Testament, He is your everything, whether you know it to be true or not.