When I was 15, I became a Christian at a Young Life camp. For the first month or so after that, I had this sense that Jesus was with me everywhere I went. There I was working in the school library — Jesus was there, smiling at me, handing me the book to shelve. Walking into the lunchroom, wondering if I would find my friends to sit with, there he was.
But the best place he went with me was Algebra II. I really studied for Algebra II tests, but they were still so hard. I remember the first Algebra II test after I became a Christian — Jesus sat in the desk right next to me. I worked on the test and would occasionally look over and see him there, cheering me on. I even asked him the answer to question 22, and he tried but he was no good at Algebra II:) (Before anyone strikes me down for heresy, I’ll admit, I am sure an all-knowing God can do Algebra:)– but does He want to??) .
I have no idea what I made on the test or in the class. The point for me was — he was with me wherever I went, and he really didn’t care how I did in school. He loved me before the test, during the test, and after the test. He wanted me to ‘come to him’ and know his love.
Sometimes as a grownup, I forget that he is with me wherever I go. I forget how much he loves me. As weird as that story may sound, I think it’s probably closer to the reality of our lives as Christians than we know.
Here’s my valentine for you: your heart for Jesus beams his love into every nook and cranny of this broken and beautiful world. His heart for you is even bigger than that.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”