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I love Jesus because he's real, unpredictable, dangerous. Following him is no pedestrian religion, but a white-knuckled love affair: a passionate, trembling intimacy that burns in the very marrow of my bones. He requires and inspires a reckless abandon in me. I want more of Jesus.

Now here are two dangerous truths. The first is terrifying, the second is dynamite:

(1) I will only have as much of Jesus as I want...

(2) Jesus will give me as much of himself as I want...

The only thing that limits my experience of Jesus is my own lack of desire for him. Maybe I'm afraid of the danger, preferring the stagnant shallows of satisfied religion where flat-calm means a sedimentary spirituality.

God has other plans for me: my destiny is the ocean, not the shallows. Jesus wants me to know the fullness of my Father, by pouring out as much of his Holy Spirit as I want.

So Jesus says to me:

"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!" (Luke 11)

I want to know Jesus, who waits for me, open-armed, at the cross.
I want him to show me my Father, who waits open-armed for me.
I want to know the Holy Spirit, as I wait open-armed on the floor, knocking.