Where to Find Jesus

Where to Find Jesus

Stopped at a red light downtown, the interior of my car still warm from sitting in the hot sun all day, that’s when I received my answer from You. In the most unholy of places, sandwiched between a prison, a casino, and a bad part of town, that is where You revealed Yourself to me.

I cracked the windows allowing stale, exhaust-filled city air to trickle in with the bass of the car stereo next to me. Impatiently waiting for the light to turn green, I glanced out the driver’s side window toward the detention center. That’s when I saw You.

I cannot begin to count the number of times I have asked You to reveal Yourself to me. I always want to see You, Jesus. I constantly long to hear Your voice and desire to have You speak to me.

Just moments before I saw You, I had been actively looking for You. I asked You to speak, asked that You would let me see You. In my mind, I was hoping for something miraculous. I desired a wash of warmth, for a wave of pure emotions to overwhelm me. I waited and watched for the sky to open up and Your mysterious visions to be revealed. I was waiting to hear the sound of Your unmistakable voice echoing in my soul.

You have done these things before. Their memories are so sweet and their passions so real. I was longing for them again.

You’ve told me before, “Come to Me; ask anything in My name, and it will be given.” So as I’ve done time and time again, I asked.

And You answered.

But it was not at all what I was expecting.

Slumped on a bench, disheveled and unkempt, You hadn’t bathed in days. You looked like You could use a meal; Your hungry eyes gave it away. You hadn’t shaved in months, and Your salt and pepper beard revealed that You are far too old and tired to be facing the hand that You’ve been dealt.

You looked straight at me. Your eyes pierced my soul, and in that moment, I did not see a homeless man.

I saw You.

I did not see a beautiful sunset that sings of Your majesty. There were no spring flowers bursting with color or joyful birds taking to flight. I did not feel a wash of warmth; there were no pure emotions to overwhelm me, and the sky did not open up to reveal Your mysterious visions.

But Your unmistakable voice did call out to me.

As I peered into Your eyes, the voice that I have come to know so well, began to echo in my soul. “Why do you ask to see Me? Why do you search for Me when I am here all along? I reveal Myself to you every day, but your eyes never see Me. Here I am. All of Me. And now that you see Me, what are you going to do about it?”

 

Stopped at a red light downtown, the interior of my car still warm from sitting in the hot sun all day, that’s when I received my answer from You. In the most unholy of places, sandwiched between a prison, a casino, and a bad part of town, that is where You revealed Yourself to me.

 

I cracked the windows allowing stale, exhaust-filled city air to trickle in with the bass of the car stereo next to me. Impatiently waiting for the light to turn green, I glanced out the driver’s side window toward the detention center. That’s when I saw You.

 

I cannot begin to count the number of times I have asked You to reveal Yourself to me. I always want to see You, Jesus. I constantly long to hear Your voice and desire to have You speak to me.

 

Just moments before I saw You, I had been actively looking for You. I asked You to speak, asked that You would let me see You. In my mind, I was hoping for something miraculous. I desired a wash of warmth, for a wave of pure emotions to overwhelm me. I waited and watched for the sky to open up and Your mysterious visions to be revealed. I was waiting to hear the sound of Your unmistakable voice echoing in my soul.

 

You have done these things before. Their memories are so sweet and their passions so real. I was longing for them again.

 

You’ve told me before, “Come to Me; ask anything in My name, and it will be given.” So as I’ve done time and time again, I asked.

 

And You answered.

 

But it was not at all what I was expecting.

 

Slumped on a bench, disheveled and unkempt, You hadn’t bathed in days. You looked like You could use a meal; Your hungry eyes gave it away. You hadn’t shaved in months, and Your salt and pepper beard revealed that You are far too old and tired to be facing the hand that You’ve been dealt.

 

You looked straight at me. Your eyes pierced my soul, and in that moment, I did not see a homeless man.

 

I saw You.

 

I did not see a beautiful sunset that sings of Your majesty. There were no spring flowers bursting with color or joyful birds taking to flight. I did not feel a wash of warmth; there were no pure emotions to overwhelm me, and the sky did not open up to reveal Your mysterious visions.

 

But Your unmistakable voice did call out to me.

 

As I peered into Your eyes, the voice that I have come to know so well, began to echo in my soul. “Why do you ask to see Me? Why do you search for Me when I am here all along? I reveal Myself to you every day, but your eyes never see Me. Here I am. All of Me. And now that you see Me, what are you going to do about it?”

 

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