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.
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| Jesus and the Children |
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.
Bill Hunt
