Why and How I found Jesus
Was He lost or was I?
As a child I knew Him. I knew Him well. I would sing songs to Him, I would pray with my parents every night. I knew He protected me. I knew He was with me.
But something happened.
I wandered away. Like the people on the shore who were listening to Jesus and amazed at what He said — then they couldn’t find Him. He had disappeared. They thought they would find Jesus there. But He had gone.
“The next day the crowd that had stayed on the opposite shore of the lake realized that only one boat had been there, and that Jesus had not entered it with his disciples, but that they had gone away alone (John 6:22, NIV).”
What happened to Jesus?
That’s what they asked. Sometimes I felt that way. I knew I had a friend — but where did He go? I didn’t know how to find my way back to having that closeness — that connectiveness. My friend wasn’t there.
Somehow along life’s travels we got separated. But because we were close friends, I knew that I would know Him when I found Him. He never really left me. But because I wasn’t looking for Him, He didn’t…
