He Knows Me

He knows me inside and out.

Jesus knows me...

Every hair on my head.

Every desire of my heart.

Every question of my soul.

I was so struck by two verses in John:

"But Jesus would not entrust himself to them, for he knew all men. He did not need man's testimony about man, for he knew what was in a man." John 2: 24-25

Followed by Jesus' interaction with Nicodemus:

"'...for no one could perform the miraculous signs you are doing if God were not with him.' In reply Jesus declared, 'I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.'" John 3:2b-3

It's such a strange interaction, because Jesus' reply answers the question that Nicodemus has not yet been asked.

He knows me.

Every thought.

Every word.

Every deed.

That truth is both comforting and disconcerting. I take comfort in the verse from Psalm 103 that God remembers that I am dust, but I squirm when I think about the dirt that He sees.

Chapter 3 ends, though, with John the Baptist explaining to his disciples that gaining eternal life is a matter of escaping God's wrath through belief in His Son.

Known but under grace and love.