The scariest words I ever heard come out of my (newly teenage) son’s mouth were…
“Mom I’m not sure what I believe. The Jesus I know is your Jesus. I need to find my own.”
Chills ran down my spine. Trying to stay calm yet definitely in panic mode, I blurted out…
“What do you mean you don’t know what you believe? My Jesus is your Jesus!”
“Mom, I’m not sure. You taught me what you believed, now I have to figure it out for myself.”
I didn’t like the second explanation any better than the first. But the truth is, it’s normal for kids to question what they’ve been taught about your Jesus—the picture of Him you’ve painted for your child.
Fast forward 18 years. I’m sitting in a Moms to Moms meeting at church and some of the younger ladies are talking about the same thing and asking, what do we do when our kids say this?
Fresh off the press, Stolen Jesus walks us through the often unrecognized process of finding who the real authentic Jesus is, the one embodied in Scripture. The One who bled for us. The One who died for us.
We naturally create personifications of Jesus based on what those closest to us believe Him to be or create Him into an image based on our worst circumstances.
Jami willingly takes us on her difficult journey and makes the search for Jesus oh so palpable and oh so fun.
I laughed. I cried. I cheered.
And I found myself within the pages—among her words.
Where Jami had to sift through Mormon Jesus, Catholic Jesus, and Americanized Jesus, I had to get beyond Seventh-Day-Adventist Jesus who told this teenage girl I was bad news because I wanted to paint my nails and wear eye makeup. And it would be many years later before I would find Real Jesus, the One who breathes grace upon grace. The One Jami introduces to us at the end of her pilgrimage.
She not only ushers in pure Jesus but also the life He brings—the one Satan wants to keep a secret. You see, Real Jesus frees us, forgives us and loves us even if or when….
We yell at our kids, can’t keep a clean house, get a divorce, cuss, are always late, too fat, too thin, or paint our nails and wear eye makeup.
And Real Jesus was who my son was looking for 18 years ago. And I’m happy to say, he found Him.
You’ll want to as well. Even if you think you already know Him, after reading Stolen Jesus I promise you’ll walk away a little lighter and feeling freer than you’ve ever felt before.
“The blood worked. Grace is the consequence. Eternity is the prize.”
Looking forward, pressing on and seeking God in every bump and turn in the road.