This week a person dearest to me publicly denied Jesus. To say that I’m heartbroken is an understatement, but this post isn’t about me.
After two hours in the closet crying, the only words I could pray were: Lord, help.
These two words were not uttered in a flippant manner; these two words – Lord, help –were the utterance of a broken hearted woman. I’m broken because I know that without Jesus my life would be in shambles.
Without Jesus my life isn’t worth living.
I know that without the Grace and Mercy of Jesus, my mother would have died months after her initial cancer diagnoses, as would her sister-Della- who was given 6 weeks to live, but triumphed for eleven.
I know Jesus works in the lives of those who trust Him. He answers the prayers I pray for you. He answers the prayers you pray for me. He stopped the fire in Gatlinburg that lapped against the door of my father-in-law’s house. Jesus knows our name and He wants the best for us, always.
Jesus answers our prayers even when the answer isn’t exactly what we wished (or demanded).
There were moments in the crying closet where my face touched the carpet fibers, my lungs gasped for breath, and my heart hurt so badly I thought I’d vomit. In my despair, I reached out to Neisha, one of the strongest prayer warriors I know, whose wisdom provided comfort, but still pain stole my breath. Three days later, I weep while typing this because the word of God is clear . . . whoever shall deny me before men, I will deny him before my father which is in heaven. Matthew 10: 33-35.
Jesus, with all of his grace and mercy, will deny those who deny Him.
We don’t teach that particular truth these days, that Jesus will deny every person who denies Him. We have led people to believe that denying Jesus is a trivial matter.
Still in the crying closet, the question came to me, Why?
Why do people hate Jesus so much?
What did Jesus ever do to generate such hate?
Why do we trust complete strangers with our lives, yet deny Jesus and his love for us?
When did Jesus ever do something so bad to you that you decided to deny His existence?
Remember if you can, the moment you denied Jesus. Was it because Jesus did something to you . . . or were you hurt and offended by an imperfect human who represented Jesus so badly that you swore you didn’t want to be like Him, nor did you want to follow his teachings or be one of “those” Christians. So you were done . . . finished.
Because if you hate Jesus based on what an imperfect human did to you, then I need to tell you a secret.
This world is full of people who will lie to you and hurt you; Jesus isn’t one of them. The Jesus I know, loves me.
The Jesus I know, loves you.
The Jesus I know has a broken heart when you deny his existence.
The Jesus I know is lonely for you.
The Jesus I know stands at the door of your heart and knocks.
Jesus is waiting for you to allow Him to love you. You are in charge. Jesus won’t barge into your life unexpected or uninvited. He only lives inside the heart of someone who wants Him there.
Jesus won’t break your heart, I promise.
You can open the door of your heart. You can trust Jesus . . . I promise.