A few years ago I was in the midst of a severe depression. As someone who had attended church my whole life I looked to church for help. I found lots of platitudes and well wishes. All the advice offered came with the name of Jesus attached. But it seemed that Jesus was found there in the building and if I wanted to get over my depression I needed to make a greater commitment to the building. They said it was Jesus I was making the commitment to, but it really wasn’t. It didn’t help.
In other words for the first time in my life I really needed Jesus for something other than my initial salvation and he wasn’t where I had always been taught I could find him. I found that my Jesus had been more about rituals, rules, and legalisms of my denomination than following him. All those years in church had given me something to believe in, but it hadn’t been Jesus. At that point I all but gave up my faith.
Distraught, I entered a period in which my existence consisted of fighting the urge to end my own life on a daily basis. I fought this battle for a few months. The only thing that kept me fighting as long as I did was my love for my wife and kids. I knew what it would do to them and I didn’t want them to go through it.
Eventually I reached a point I simply lost the desire to keep fighting. I made plans to end my life. I have no doubt I would have carried through with it if God had not intervened. Just minutes before I was to carry out my plans I thought of God. It was the first time in a few months I had thought of him. I spoke to him. I don’t know if you would even technically call it a prayer.
I said, “God, if you’re real, now would be the time to let me know.”
I realize that is a little precocious of me. Yet, in that moment God made himself real to me. I immediately broke down as I felt God in a way I had never experienced in all my years in church. In a much less precocious manner I said “God, where have you been?”
I didn’t hear an audible voice, but with crystal clear clarity I heard him tell me that he had been there all along, but I had never actually looked for him. The realization hit me all at once that I had been looking for Jesus in a man made institution. I was following an institution that places adherence to rules, rituals, doctrines, and practices as the way to God. I was following an institution that places following the examples of the leaders of the institution as the way to God. In other words all my life I had been following a legalistic dogma turned denomination put in place by someone many years ago that they claimed would lead me to God. There was one key element missing from the equation though. I could go straight to God and he would be there.
From that point on I started a new walk with Jesus. I have learned a lot, but I’m only scratching the tip of what is available to me. This new walk has been the biggest blessing in my life. I am thankful to have found God in a way that is real. On the other hand this new walk has come with more than its fair share of problems. But that is a topic for my next post.