What do you do after you have an intimate encounter with all-powerful God? Everything in life is changed, even for a ten-year-old hyperactive boy. Everything is seen from a new perspective. Values are transformed.
However, many people in my small world did nor seem to understand. Even the very nice people from church who had taught me all about Jesus didn’t seem to understand that Jesus really is the same as this very moment as He was several thousand years ago. At least that is how I perceived it from my childlike vantage point.
They sang songs about Jesus, prayed in His name, and acted like they believed He really was with them, but I never really saw the evidence of His presence in a way I could understood. In some ways, it almost seemed that people were bothered by Jesus. To avoid unpleasant eternal consequences, they had just enough fear that Jesus might actually exist to be pressured into behaving in a way that they thought He required.
That is how I understood the message the preacher was often trying to express: God was annoying with all the people in the world, including me. How well I behaved, or at least pretended to behave, determined how much God would tolerate me.
However, at the same time, I found there were some who seemed to experience and talk about Jesus in the way I was beginning to discover. Something was different about them. It was confusing.
The old pendulum clock on the church wall seemed like accurate representation of the somber God our church worshipped: acting stern, demanding our sacrifices of time, and required proper behavior. Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, the clock scolded sixty times a minute. Its stiff hands were so different from the arms of Jesus that had wrapped a young, scared boy in His love and healed him.
This real living Jesus, who seemed to walk out of the pages of the Bible and into my life, conflicted greatly with the distant and impersonal Jesus I had previously experienced. I had yet to learn that countless numbers of Christians around the world were also relating to Jesus Christ in similar ways as I had.
BOTTOM LINE:
My encounter with Jesus was like a little seed of truth planted in my heart but then quickly covered up with the dirt of doubt and confusion. It took many years before that seed finally found its way out of the darkness to break out on the surface of my troubled heart and once again eagerly reach out for the Son. (Anyone recall? Am I grateful for His invitation / Sonshine?
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW: