I wanted to post something about Jesus and my relationship with Him on my blog, just something short and simple and true so that my readers would know more about me and my faith.
I love Jesus the way I love my mother, my father, and my best friends all combined. Most of the time I feel like I really know Him—like, really know Him. It’s like Jesus called out to my heart across all the junk I manufactured in my head, and He never quit calling. And better than that, even. It’s like He fought through the junk—I picture someone in a jungle with a machete, ripping away the undergrowth, clearing a path, you know? It’s like how a girl always wants a boy to fight his way to win her heart. God did that—does that—for me.
Jesus has given me Truth and Purpose, and these things are my gravity, grounding me, centering me. When I boil down all the desires I have—to be an excellent writer, to have a family, to love people well and make them think—the real core, the only real desire I have, is Jesus Christ.
God is perfect. I am not. The wages of sin is death—which is exactly what I deserved. But instead, God had His Son die in my place. What an incredible substitution! And when Jesus rose from the dead, He conquered death. Because He has rescued me and because I cling to Him, I now get to go along for the ride with this VICTORIOUS One!
The truth I know, the purpose that centers me, the friendship—actual, real friendship—I have with Jesus Christ … these are the things that I want for others.