I have faith that Jesus truly is the Son of God, truly sits at the Father’s right hand, was truly the babe in the manger, and was truly the sacrifice for my sins. He bled and died—for me and for you. I love a song I sung for Jesus in high school:

Jesus, your name is like honey on my lips

Your Spirit like water to my soul

Your Word is a lamp unto my feet

Jesus, I love you. I love you.

Salvation really is—truly is—the greatest possible gift. Eternal separation from God as compared with eternal glory with Him. Who can designate a better gift to the fallen human race? Who could imagine this: the God of the universe becoming flesh for us?

There is a difference between Jesus in our minds and the Jesus who is. There is a difference between the Jesus we picture and the Jesus who lives. I do well to remember it, and to simply ask if I might get to know Him a bit better.

Jesus welcomes all of the hard things that are in my heart—unto His presence, to look at there with Him. He doesn’t turn the contrite away. Listen, I have not always done that with Jesus. I haven’t handled my sins with Him on an ongoing basis. It’s much easier to self-correct and turn to self-righteousness. But that is hateful to the Lord who made way for my acts to be brought to Him. It must be in the fellowship with the God. The God whose name is like honey and who lights my path.