I’ve always wondered what I’d do if I saw Jesus. My heart and mind try to find the words I would say when I’m finally graced by His presence.
I think the part of me that always wondered this, was the same part that thought of how cool it would be for me to have lived in the same era as Jesus. I have a whole piece about this but, really what would it be like?
When all I saw was the God part of Jesus, I thought that I couldn’t even be in the same room as God. That I wouldn’t be able to set my eyes on Him, or be able to handle His glory, and now I know that that is very far from the truth. For God the son, atleast.
He was human which means, He is in some way, just like me, or I am like Him in some way, and when I think of Him like that, then I know what I will say to Him.
I’ll be filled with gratitude for saving me, and loving me, then sorrow for being so undeserving of His grace and mercy, and then more gratitude because He still loved me anyway. I’ll talk to Him about my life; the life that He knows so deeply, and even better than me. I’ll ask Him to show me when I messed it up really badly, or when I was being stubborn and how a single choice changed the course of my life unknowingly. I’ll ask him why he let me go through pain, heartbreak and hurt. I’ll ask Him to show me where He was through that and how I missed Him. I’ll ask Him if He was moved with compassion and removed some of my hurt, or did He just feel sad but let the hurt build me into a better person?
I’ll ask Him if He tried to stop me from dating a couple of boys that would break my heart, or did He let me so my character developed. Did He send loud signs, or subtle signs that I would only recognize if I was in the word. Was He really disappointed with me sometimes, because of the choices I made, and the things I did, or was He more sad about them? Did He ever think that I know better, or did He just let me make my choices because he already knew what I was going to do?
Was He ever really proud of me? Was I a child that He was very fond of?
Did He smile more, or was He more in sorrow when He thought of? I’ll ask Him if I ever advanced His kingdom unknowingly?
I know I have a lot of questions for Him, and I’m glad I have a God that I feel comfortable sitting with on a park bench and talking to, as if He was here, because in some way he still is. But when I get to see Him face to face… these are the questions I’ll ask Him. I can’t wait!
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