I once stood on the banks of the Jordan river where Jesus was said to have been baptized. Thousands of people stood in line as it was a celebration for the Orthodox church. As they milled about, I could tell many were there for a ceremony, but did not know Him.
Recently, at church, a visiting missionary sang the song, “I Know Him.” I was well reminded of the moment by the Jordan river. Thousands knew about Him. Yet I know Him; and, best of all, He knows me.
The words of the song have echoed in my heart this morning as its chorus ends with “...but best of all He knows me.” No matter how far away or near to home I am, the best thing is Jesus knows me.