Maybe I'm just ignorant. Some place inside, convinced that nothing will ever change. It's not comprehendable. It's... not of this world.
As if Jesus has always been someone for me to believe in -- the same way that, really, I don't think it's possible that I'm going to die in less than ninety years.
What's real? What's lasting?
There's something real I'm yearning to find.
"As I live and breathe," God says, "every knee will bow before me; Every tongue will tell the honest truth that I and only I am God."
Man, do I see that? Every person who has ever existed, no matter who they were, if they believed in God or not -- is going to bow down before God and confess that He is God.
That's going to happen.
Can we just pause and think about that? Try and imagine that moment? It's like... we've got free will here on earth. No-one's forcing people onto their knee's to worship Jesus.
Yet...Everyone will see. This world is going to see Jesus and they are going to believe that He is real. It's a promise from God.
It's going to happen. I spend my life trying to figure everything out. Trying to fix this or that, worrying about that and that. But you know something?
I've got to worry about one thing, and that is how I love. How I befriend people and let them see Jesus through my words and actions and the way I live.
I closed my eyes. I asked God for an answer to a question I don't have words for, something about... why am I here? Why is there a world? You're real?
I kept my eyes shut, waiting. I opened them, found myself staring out the window.
There sat my cat, licking himself clean. Such a repetitive job. Yet he looked so satisfied.
I got down on my knees.
Jesus, let me know who You are.
"If you do not stand firm in your faith, you will not stand at all." Isaiah 7:9b
"Jesus, then let me stand. Let me believe."
I want to see.