. . . that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, (Ephesians 1:17).
It takes wisdom and revelation to actually know Jesus. Knowing about Him isn’t enough. When I surrendered to His love, my mother told me I had to choose between her and Jesus. That was confusing. I knew Jesus. When I read that I must know Him in the power of His resurrection, I chose to pursue Him through that very thing. I imagined myself walking behind Him down to the Garden of Gethsemane, I went off to the side and prayed with Him three times, and then by His side, we found the disciples asleep. I walked with Him as the soldiers took Him to the house of Annas. I received the insults being thrown at Him. He kept quiet; I did, too. By the time they were shouting “Crucify Him,” I was accustomed to the crowd being against us in our suffering. Where were His family and friends? Where were mine? Would no one stand up for us? I bore the cross with Him. I felt the nails pierce my hands and feet, just like He felt. I stayed with Him till the Resurrection brought Him back to life, and I listened to Mary’s dialogue with Him, thinking He was the gardener. He had to go to His Father. That trip I could not make. His blood was going to the Father, and together they would place it on the altar in heaven where it will remain forever, drawing all flesh to His side. He died for me. No one has ever volunteered to die for me. Only Jesus. Yes, I know Him.
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