If you are looking for a theological treatise of God, or a scientific diagnosis of the functions of the internet, take this book back to the place of purchase and get a refund.
You see, this book is about the Divine entity I call Jesus Christ. You may call him with a different name—it doesn’t really matter. This book is about my thoughts and experiences with him… and some more.
This book really started when I had one fall. And then another one. The second one had devastating consequences.
I lived a comfortable life with my youngest son. I attended church sometimes. I did some shopping. I occasionally cooked meals—I enjoy cooking. I was in reasonable health. Being 78 years old at the time, life was good. Now I am 79. And I don’t like it at all. Seventy-nine is a number that shows you, you haven’t really arrived yet. You are just hanging there. Waiting to be 80.
But back to my introduction…
So I fell—but not from grace, mind you—but I fell physically and painfully. I ended up in hospital for one week. But then I fell again. This time it became serious. I almost lost my leg. Nine weeks and nine operations later, I finally arrived home. I still have to see specialists for a while. And nurses come to my home to dress my skin graft.
During my time in hospital, I prayed. What else could I do? I am not a patient woman—here I was forced to be still. I even told God I would quit smoking. I have always prayed, especially at a ‘come to Jesus’ moment.
The first prayer I ever learnt as a child was an evening prayer. I still say the same prayer each night. Typical of the Finnish way, our prayers and fairy tales are designed to scare children. It is not unlike this prayer I was taught by my mother.
Should I not rise from this bed,
take me to heaven.
It scares me a little bit. Even today. I don’t want to die yet.
I prayed in hospital. I was just so deep in my misery that all I could do was to lie there and seek God. In my bed of pain, he was there. We discussed things. Not only my pressing needs (to get out of hospital), but of other things that were important to me. And also matters that were important to him. My need was obvious—I wanted to get out of there. What was important to my Lord?
When I was meditating, he came to me and said:
How about writing a book about me?
I was quite surprised.
There has been a book written about you, you know. The Bible?
And he smiled to me and said,
I want you to write a book about ME.
Who are you?
And he replied.
I am the man from Nazareth.
Jesus explained the reason he wanted me to write this book, together with him, was to show people who he really is and learn more about him.
His trademark, I am the man from Nazareth, shows you and me he is a human being. He is also God.
You may now say “Anneli, all these voices you hear in your head are just a sign that you are suffering from advanced dementia.”
Wait a minute, I have always heard him. Even when I was young.
In hospital, I asked more questions and he answered. Sometimes using amazingly, modern terminology. I found out that he knew about our world. Well, of course he did. I just didn’t think he was so up-to-date with modern technology. Quite funny, really. We think of God and Jesus as living in a different space, or in ancient days. Not modern people. Well, he is God. Why would he not know and be concerned about our world?
When I was wondering about prayer, I asked him,
How can God hear and respond to all our prayers?
There must be trillions of prayers coming to him daily.
On your side, you must have quite a large network to separate requests from adoration, and there must be a lot of prayers waiting to be answered?
Smiling to me again, he replied:
God is bigger than Google.
When you type your question to Google, you get immediate answers. Yet here and now, is he—the man from Nazareth—telling me that God is bigger than Google.
I started to laugh out loud. In my sorry state in hospital, sick as a dog, I started to laugh. And he laughed with me. He does have a sense of humour.
So here you and I are today in this book.
Waiting is not something I am good at. I lack the virtue called patience. I don’t even like the word.
When I was young, I used to pray for humility because my arrogance was like a snake coiled within me waiting to appear. Still to this day. To have that snake inside of you… Full of me. Ready to save the whole world single handed.
Even such as myself, I have learnt humility to a degree. And often. It is not pleasant. It is quite painful and I am still learning. I have learnt the hard way to ask God to teach me patience. Based on past experiences, I am hesitant to ask my God to teach me patience. Not that he wouldn’t do it. He would be delighted if I ask him to teach me patience (again). I am not ready to ask again.
What have I learnt from this very painful experience of falling? I am fragile—I have to walk carefully and to trust God.
I am a Christian—a follower of Jesus Christ, not of a religion. I am also a retired minister of The Word. I am also one of those people who sees Him walking along our streets. Yes, you read it. Jesus walks among us in plain sight—dressed not in robes of white, but everyday clothes. Just like one of us. Just like an undercover God wandering. To use Umberto Eco’s words: “They don’t know me. But after all, they are all my children.”
I asked my Lord,
Why people don’t see you as I see you?
He gave me his winning smile, now tempered with sadness, and said:
They don’t believe in me.
Well, that explains something to some people. On the other hand, it does not explain why all the believers don’t see him.
All I know is that the Saviour, Jesus—the man from Nazareth—is present here on this planet and people cannot see him because they don’t believe in him. But people everywhere are seeking a saviour who would accept and help them.
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