I’ve been ‘seeing’ Jesus all my life – finding him in all kinds of ways.
But he isn’t just wishful thinking, or a product of my imagination.
He isn’t the ridiculous delusion some would claim him to be.
I first saw Jesus in the stories read to me from the Bible at home, and the talks at church every Sunday.
I saw him in the Sunday School choruses and the conversations at morning tea.
I saw him at night when I prayed, and in answers he gave me the next day.
I saw Jesus when my heart was breaking and I needed someone to talk to.
I saw Jesus when I opened up the Gospels and learnt about the God-man who died for me and rose from the dead.
I see him still, in the thousands of ways he comes through for me every single day.
Though I’ve not seen him in the flesh, I love him.
I’ve seen enough of him and his power to know he’s real.
I’m convinced, deep down, that he did walk this earth; that he did die and rise again; and that he’s coming back for me one day.
And while I continue living here, I seek my Saviour’s face throughout the mundane and the magnificent; the challenging and the wonderful; the heartbreaking and the triumphant.
Because fixing my eyes on Jesus gives me hope, joy, peace, and a way forward.
Finding a relationship with Jesus has been the best discovery I’ve made.
God, through his son Jesus, reminds me life is not about me – but him, and what he’s doing in the world.
Finding him has meant finding myself, and finding life.