Meeting with Jesus

Coming to Jesus is like coming home at the end of the day and kicking off your heels, washing off your makeup. It's like swapping out your stiff business suit for comfortable, probably unattractive old clothes. Talking with Him- truly talking with Him- is like tearing down the walls around your heart until you've exposed all the sin and brokenness. And yet, you are surprised to find that He does not recoil at it.

Instead, He'll pour you a warm cup of coffee and the two of you will sit on your living room couch and he'll say "did you really think I didn't know about this?" and you'll hide your face and mumble something about how sorry you are. But he won't condemn you, and he won't belittle you. He'll only say a few words that'll strike down deep into the depths of your soul and you'll know that he's right, that he always has been. And you'll realize then- as he tells you amazing things about who he believes you can be and how unstoppable his love is- that he is somehow more comfortable with your brokenness than you are. He knew it was there before you did, after all. And yet he is not phased by it- not for a second. He will call you higher with a few words and you will learn then that this- this open heart operation, this full disclosure of everything- is the best way you could ever approach him.

Coming to Jesus is something like that, every single time. There is no pressure in him to be well dressed or put together. What he did on the cross freed us from that and so we are free to come fully, completely, as we are. In the middle of anxiety or sin or depression. When He feels far, or we feel lost and lonely. There is no pressure.

Can you think of any other place in the world where that's true? I definitely can't. And so that's why I'll keep going back, again and again, to the one who sees into the darkest parts of my soul and loves me still.

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