Thursday, March 6, 2014
From behind, a big, gentle hand and arm in a white sleeve pulled me up into his lap and held me as a little boy, nine years old.
The vision showed me a force pulling horribly out-of-control to the brink of the churning black hole in the cosmos, the bottomless pit. I watched men and women sucked screaming into its infinite depths with no hope of return. I saw the terrifying entrance to death in hell.
“Am I going down there?” I asked in alarm.
From behind, a big, gentle hand and arm in a white sleeve pulled me up into his lap and held me as a little boy, nine years old. At lap-chest height, I could not see his face, but I sure felt his most tender love.
“No, you're not,” his voice spoke incredibly rich and kind, soothing my heart in tone. I'll never forget his most loving sound.
“I have some things I want you to do,” he said. I had accepted Jesus intentionally as my Lord and Savior at Baptism when I was five years old.
Weeks later, at the children's hospital, two medical interns proceeded to cut my full-leg cast off my surgically corrected clubfoot. This caused the worst pain I experienced over my one to nine years in periodic casts and night braces. The power saw felt like it was actually cutting through my leg with its round sharp blade. I really felt so. Tears ran down my cheeks and my teeth grit.
My Dad trained me to offer my pain to Jesus on the Cross. This time, it was beyond bearing.
That's when the stormy gray clouds parted, and Jesus revealed himself clearly in full color to me hanging on the Cross, crucified. He suffered horribly, beyond belief, pain in his hands and feet. Pain, in his head and whole being. The flow of my tender tears increased in my own heart for him. His head appeared massively swollen, and gray with blood-drained color.
At the height of pain, he slowly turned his face toward me and smiled! His whole being soaked with love. The clouds closed and the vision disappeared.
I told the medical interns what I had just seen. One intern tried to offer me a lollipop. I refused. The other intern switched off the power saw and finished removing the cast with a painless hand saw.
“I believe what he said, he saw,” the intern spoke deep voiced to the other.