For some who ask, “How do I find God?”,  He provides a vision: clarifying exactly who He is. Jesus revealed to Kathi exactly what he had done for her. . . and for you as well.

By Kathi Macias:

 I wasn’t raised in a Christian home, though we all (with the exception of my then avowed-atheist dad) considered ourselves Christians.

My mom, after all, had been raised in the Catholic Church and still dropped in on occasion. And besides, we lived in America, which was a Christian nation, so what else could we be…right?

My dad’s mother, whom we called Omi, truly was a believer. She had been orphaned in Germany at the age of ten and then went to live with a Lutheran pastor and his wife. It was there she learned about Jesus—“Yesus,” as she called Him—and later taught her children and grandchildren the importance of having “Yesus” in our hearts.

Thanks in great part to Omi’s faithful prayers, my mother and two brothers came to know Jesus in the late ’60s and early ’70s, leaving only my dad and me as the “holdouts.” Since I already believed in God and accepted the basic tenets of the Christian Church, I couldn’t figure out what the big deal was and why I still had to accept “Yesus” into my heart.

Then, on July 5, 1974, with my personal life in shambles and living 1,000 miles away from my parents, I called my mom to see if I could come home.

“Of course you can,” she said. “But that’s not the answer. What you really need is Jesus.”

I sighed. We were back to the same answer again. Whether “Yesus” or Jesus, that seemed to be the only response I could get when I called home.

Before we hung up Mom made me promise to pray. I said I would, and when I got off the phone I kept my promise and fell to my knees beside the bed. It was then I saw myself standing in a great crowd of people. We were on a dusty road, and the people were crying and yelling, and craning their necks to see something. I looked in the same direction to try to discover the object of their interest. And there, stumbling down the road toward me, came Jesus, carrying His cross. I could see the blood, the sweat—and yes, the tears—as He came near. I too was crying by the time He drew even with me. Then He stopped and looked past everyone else, straight into my eyes, and spoke five words that forever changed my life: “I did it for you.”

Suddenly the pieces of the religious puzzle I’d never understood before fell into place. Jesus hadn’t simply died for the sins of the world—though He had certainly done that—but He had died for me, for my sins! Now it was personal.

I turned my life over to Him at that moment, joyfully receiving His forgiveness and love, and I have never had a moment of regret. Oh, it hasn’t always been easy, but it’s always been wonderful because I knew my hand was held by the nail-scarred hand of the One who had gone to the Cross—for me!

 Kathi Macias (www.kathimacias.com) is an award-winning author of 40 books, including the 2011 Golden Scrolls Novel of the Year and Carol Award Finalist, Red Ink. She lives in Southern California with her husband, Al, where she is affectionately known as “Easy Writer.” Kathi writes fiction revealing the trials and faith of persecuted Christians in various countries, and about human trafficking.

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