When I was 8, I sat in a chapel listening to a woman named Hazel talk to a room full of missionary kids, most of whom had sat through more church services in their young years than most adults in their lifetime. Truth is, she wasn’t telling us yet another story about Jesus. She really didn’t need to. All of us could recite the story of Jesus by heart. Some of us in three languages.
Instead of telling us something we already knew, she issued a challenge to examine our own relationship with God.
Our personal “insert name here” relationship with God.
I remember with such vivid clarity the almost physical realization dawning over me that I was trying to skate on my parents’ coattails in terms of relating to God. I had assumed that because we were a “Christian family” (and a missionary family to boot – didn’t that count extra, God?) that I was covered in the whole Jesus department.
My eyes were opened that day that I, Susan, needed to make my own decision about who I thought Jesus was, and how I wanted to relate to Him.
Just the two of us.
I prayed that day for Jesus to forgive me of assuming a relationship where none existed.
I deliberately placed my life under His care and in His keeping.
It has been the defining relationship in my life.
You’ve read a lot of facts about me this week.
But I would hope you remember this one truth:
100. I am a follower of Christ, reconciled to God Almighty through the blood Christ shed for me.
Grace and Peace to you, Dear Reader, this very Good Friday.