After this many of his disciples drew back and no longer went about with him. Jesus said to the twelve, “Do you also wish to go away?” Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life; and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.” (John 6:66-69)
“When did you meet Jesus?”
So many times I’ve been asked that question. I imagine myself walking along and discovering Him around the corner. Or being introduced at a party — a bbq or wine and cheese — or sitting next to Him at a formal dinner.
My response has always been, “I did not meet Jesus. I have no memory of not knowing Him. Over time, I have come to know Him better and plan to continue getting to know Him. He seems to have just swooped me up like my Papa did when I was little. He’s never stopped swooping me up and I hope He never does.”
Many times, curiosity, fear, attraction have sent me scurrying off after something that seems to be meet and right. Eventually, I discover that if I’m scurrying away from Him, even if it’s towards something that looks glorious, I’m going in the wrong direction. Too often, I’ve gotten what I want only to discover I really don’t want it. (Once is more than enough.) And “swoop”! There He is, swinging me high into the air. Where else would I go?
Every Friday,100s of bloggers set a timer, write for 5 minutes, and then post the results. We don’t edit or concern ourselves with whether our writing is flawless or worthy to be seen. We expose our incomplete, unpolished thoughts and words to each other and our readers. Kate Motaung at Heading Home provides the prompt on Thursday evening. We all link our posts there and tweet them with the hashtag #FMFParty. Join us.