One of my best friends gave me a sign for my birthday that said, “Jesus knows me this I love”. It took me a minute to get it. I’m not always the sharpest tool in the shed. But as the realization of the turn of phrase came over me, I decided that I liked it very much. It’s meaning is both profound and simple. Jesus knows me. He knows me. He knows my thoughts, both good and less than good. He knows my hopes, dreams, and my desires. He knows how I will react in any situation. He knows how I will face my giants and how I will respond to those weaker than I am.
He knows me. The Bible says that he knows each word before it comes tumbling out of my mouth.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely. Psalm 139:4
He knows me inside and out. As a matter of fact, much of Psalm 139 tells me just how well He does know me:
1 You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
He not only knows what I will say or do. It’s not as if He had to take the time to get to know me like my friend who gave me the sign with the words on it. No. He KNOWS me.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
The cool part of all this is, He KNOWS me and He still LOVES me anyway. Like the friend who gave me the sign. She loves me in spite of myself. But the difference is, I could run her love away. If I tried to. It would be hard, she’s an amazing friend. But if I tried, if I was really nasty, she might turn and run.
But not Him. I can be awfully unloveable sometimes. I whine and complain if I’m not getting just what I want from Him. I demand more and more of Him in spite of all He’s already done for me. I’m not nearly grateful enough. He gives me much of what I ask for and I turn around and ask for more. I mess up and I fail. I disappoint myself and those closest to me. And yet He knows me and He loves me anyway. He loves me in an out of this world, never disappointed, always forgiving, completely sacrificial way. No matter what.
And you know what?
Jesus knows You, too. He KNOWS you. And He loves YOU.
I am really looking forward to Easter Sunday. It’s on Easter, like no other day really, that the fact of how MUCH He loves us comes to mind. While we were still losers, lost in our own revolving doors of mistakes and disasters, He looked upon us with love. And died for us. No other love is greater than that.