The reality of Jesus is right in front of me. We are staying in a house across the way from Mount Zion and Mount of Olives. The very place where the greatest act of love in all of history is a 30 minute walk away. To walk where Jesus walked, to look up and see the same piece of sky that Jesus once gazed at, to touch the gateway that Jesus entered through all those years ago is so surreal. And mind blowing. All at once.
Up until this point, I had sort of "fantasized" Jesus, the man himself and his life. I knew the truth if who He was and what He has done, but I had made him some distant character who lived in a magical place called Jerusalem. I expected a light hearted, fluffy feeling while being in his homeland. What I got instead was the crushing, beautiful reality of Jesus the LIVING man. What my head already knew as "fact" crossed the territory into my heart. The resounding knowledge of what was done here. The guilt and sins of every person who lived, is living, and ever will live has been wiped away in this very place. The realness of Jesus is not a feeling. The realness of Jesus is that he once walked on this earth, died for us, rose from the dead, and now sits with the Father, waiting to take his bride home.
"When you were dead in your sins and in the uncircumcision of your sinful nature, God made you alive with Christ. He forgave us all our sins, having canceled the written code, with its regulations, that was against us and that stood opposed to us; he took it away, nailing it to the cross. And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross" Colossians 2:13-15.
The place that this happened is a real place. The people who nailed him to the cross were real people. The man who died is a real man. This man longs to know his children. He calls to us, day and night, reaching out to us. Take His hand, let Him lead you. He never lets go.
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