Sat down on my couch shortly after 6am. Hot coffee in my right hand. Bible on my lap. The title across the top of the book I was getting ready to start…Matthew. Ah Matthew. The New Testament. Jesus is in the house. Yea, yea, I know He’s present in the Old Testament too. But to see His name. To read His words. To relive conversations He had, people He touched, roads He walked.
After a two-month journey, I feel like I have arrived at the place I was made for. Don’t get me wrong. I have thoroughly enjoyed my two months in the Old Testament. I have seen the love, compassion, and heart of God for the people He created as clearly as I have ever seen it before. There is an abundance of grace and mercy in the Old Testament.
But now there’s Jesus. There is the realization by some fisherman, tax collectors, and regular Joes that following Jesus is more valuable than…well…anything. There is the passionate pursuit of Him by people who know that they will only find wellness and wholeness in the person of Jesus. There is Jesus’ call to be, do, and live more than we would ever call ourselves to. There is faith. There is hope. There is love.
There is Jesus. Here is Jesus. Today is a very, very good day.
