I met Him when I was 20 years old. The Pastor gave the alter call and at first, I didn’t know what to do. He was calling for those to come, to accept Him as Savior and Lord. Did I really have to walk down to the front? What would people think? Is this what everyone did when they got saved?
The Pastor gave a second call, and he seemed to be staring straight at me, as if Jesus Himself was looking at me. I literally leapt from my seat and ran to the alter. There, I prayed the sinner’s prayer, asked Him to forgive me, cleanse me, and make me new. Oh how I longed to feel the realness of this Jesus. This man who everyone said if I would give Him a chance, would save my life.
I jumped right into ministry, leading a youth group, small groups, discipleship. I kept myself busy doing His work. Surely this man Jesus would make Himself known. Or was this supposed to be a walk of faith? Did I have to feel Jesus to experience His power? Did I have to feel Him to know that He was with me? What did it feel like to encounter the living God?
Months later I lay in bed. Was I asleep? Surely, I must have been, for the entire household was asleep. Me, the only “Christian” in the home had spent a good hour before bed reading the Word, praying and asking God to make His Name known to me, to make His Son, Jesus known to me, in a very real way.
And then the darkness came. I remember feeling fear. I could almost taste it, smell it as it swirled around me in the darkness of my bedroom. I was paralyzed. I tried to get up, but something had it’s hand on my chest and would not let me go. I couldn’t breath, as it’s grip on me became more intense. Whatever it was that held me wanted my life. This life that had just been given over to God, he wanted it back. He would not give me up without a fight. My heart beat outside my chest as I gasped for air. Is this how my life will end, Lord, without having ever knowing the fullness of Your presence? I was losing hope that I would regain control over that which came to kill, steal and destroy that night.
The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly. (John 10:10)
But somewhere, within the depth of my soul, came a whisper. A whisper so loud it thundered through my entire body until it came forth — JESUS! I knew enough in my short months of walking this new journey that the Name of Jesus had power over darkness. I had no breath with which to yell, but the whisper was loud enough that it broke the hold of the enemy on me, and in that moment, Jesus had made Himself known to me in a very real way. That night I was set free by a whisper. The whisper of a Name which carries all authority and power over darkness.
There have been other occasions in my life where I have had to call on the Name of Jesus to save me. For in the Name of Jesus is the power to break every chain that holds me. I am so thankful for the Name of Jesus.
Jesus, name above all names
Beautiful Savior, Glorious Lord
Emmanuel, God is with us
Blessed redeemer, Living Word
Linking up with Bonnie today for Faith Barista Jam where we are talking about “Jesus”.