If you have kids, you know the Where’s Waldo? books. It’s fun looking for Waldo in there with everyone else. Sometimes he’s hard to find.
Reading Spurgeon’s Joy in Christ’s Presence this past week, I was struck by his openness about his experiences with Christ. Such things are personal. And sacred things must never be exploited. But neither should they be withheld. Spurgeon writes on page 38:
“When we look back, we forget birthdays, holidays, and nights that we have spent in the ways of the world, but we readily recall our times of fellowship with the Well Beloved. We have known our Mounts of Transfiguration, our times of fellowship with the glorified Christ, and like Peter we remember when we were ‘with him in the holy mount’ (2 Peter 1:18). Our heads have leaned against the Master’s chest (John 13:23), and we can never forget the intense delight; nor will we fail to put on record for the good of others the joys with which we have been indulged.”
Nothing is more wonderful than experiencing the risen Jesus in his love and nearness and glory.
Then it’s odd, isn’t it, how little we talk about that, about our experiences of him? We talk about doctrine. Good. We talk about ministry. Good. We talk about problems. Okay. But where’s Jesus?
“Please show me your glory” (Exodus 33:18).
