I really enjoy reading. I like a good fiction book with maybe a little drama to keep it interesting but always with a happy ending. I usually put myself in the place of a character in the book. The story then becomes a part of me.
When I read about Jesus and His disciples, I think which one of those men am I? I have lived with this Man for 3 years and still cannot comprehend who He really is. He heals people of their sicknesses, brings people back from the dead, commands a storm to be still and pulls a coin from the mouth of a fish to pay taxes!
Who is this?
I want to be with Him forever and He tells me that He will soon die. No! I don’t want to hear it. I cannot bear to think of Him not being here with us. Now that I know Him and love Him, how can I let Him go? How can I bear to hear the things He is telling us? I can’t just go back to my life before I met Him. What will I do? No matter how hard I may try, I can’t stop all the things from happening that He told us would come to pass.
He did die just as He said and rose the third day, just as He said. He came to us many times to comfort us in our grief. We ate breakfast with Him, just like old times. I didn’t want Him to ever leave again but while we were talking to Him He disappeared into the clouds. Of course, we couldn’t keep our eyes from looking where He ascended. We walked away, heads low, feeling empty and sick inside. We were heart broken. But, just as He said, He sent the Holy Spirit to us and what a miraculous thing to feel His presence again.
I have, as you do, friends that I feel I have had forever. They are a part of me and know who I really am in all my weaknesses, yet they still love me. They are my forever friends. Jesus knows me and lets me know Him. He is my forever Friend.
That’s the happy ending to this story; not a fiction because I will see Him again and always be with Him.
What do I do in the meantime? I watch and watch and watch for my Friend’s return.
Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me. John 15:15