To our modern world with presidents, governors, and other various elected officials, the idea of a king feels foreign. We like our autonomy and take it for granted—self-assured in our ability to run our lives without needing anyone to tell us what to do. And the moment some version of authority attempts to thwart our direction, we bristle like a militant group of Antifa thugs.

But what if our modern world is misguided?

For as long as I can remember, I’ve despised not knowing. At times it’s driven me to perfectionism, wanting to get everything just right, crossing all the t’s and dotting all the i’s.

My dad is a pastor, and I grew up in church. I kind of remember praying to ask Jesus in my heart sometime when I was only 3. I always thought I was saved—I knew the Bible, was active in the youth ministry, always tried do the right things, tithed regularly, and even worked in a church for 7 years. I was always doing stuff, feeling like my constant activity made God happy.

Jesus really does love me a whole lot. If he were here, he'd chase me down the street while laughing deep belly laughs. He'd walk with me down the sidewalk and let me talk about my day. He would give me a huge bear hug, smile and tell me everything's gonna be ok.

I felt unexpectedly emotional standing in line, waiting for my turn in the water. Emotional, yet overwhelmingly thankful for Jesus and his immeasurable love, grace and forgiveness. I barely heard friends cheering, almost forgot to hold my breath.