Seeing Jesus the first time (and every time after that) is a little like entering a different medium, or a different world. (I would have liked to say its Lewis's Narnia, but in this world there is no Sin). Have you jumped into water and noticed the noises on land become subdued? Its something like that. You are suddenly pulled into a different medium and all the noises of the world, the cares, the arguments, the desires will be far away, unable to reach you. You will know they exist, but they are too muffled and you are least interested in them... because you are here, in His presence.
You don't physically see him... but you know he is there... his justice, his holiness, his wrath, his love , his hugeness, his grace and his mercy, co-existing in one being... One Being! In perfection. It is the first time you can dare to lift your head boldly to gaze directly at him, covered by the love the same person, yet it is also the first time you want to bow it down. And whether you choose to bow your head or look straight at him you will survive - because his justice is satisfied by his love. He is pleased.
There you are changed. Transformed back to the person he created you to be. If it were up to you, you would never leave this place. Never. You don't want to go back to your world, no-matter how promising you thought it was. You want to stay here in His presence gazing on His beauty like the angels, and you long to be there with them.
But then something comes knocking - your job, your meal, your telephone call, your parents, wife, children, pulling you back to the bazaar... Then you hear noises, hawkers screaming fake promises of joy - the "I will please you"s. The exact things your flesh would crave for. This time though, your soul is too drunk on pure joy to want any from the world. You have a smile on your face - the kinda smile that fades only after a long time, and will not if you keep visiting him. You can see through the deception in the world and in you. And you only long to get back... as much as, and as often as you can.
You don't physically see him... but you know he is there... his justice, his holiness, his wrath, his love , his hugeness, his grace and his mercy, co-existing in one being... One Being! In perfection. It is the first time you can dare to lift your head boldly to gaze directly at him, covered by the love the same person, yet it is also the first time you want to bow it down. And whether you choose to bow your head or look straight at him you will survive - because his justice is satisfied by his love. He is pleased.
There you are changed. Transformed back to the person he created you to be. If it were up to you, you would never leave this place. Never. You don't want to go back to your world, no-matter how promising you thought it was. You want to stay here in His presence gazing on His beauty like the angels, and you long to be there with them.
But then something comes knocking - your job, your meal, your telephone call, your parents, wife, children, pulling you back to the bazaar... Then you hear noises, hawkers screaming fake promises of joy - the "I will please you"s. The exact things your flesh would crave for. This time though, your soul is too drunk on pure joy to want any from the world. You have a smile on your face - the kinda smile that fades only after a long time, and will not if you keep visiting him. You can see through the deception in the world and in you. And you only long to get back... as much as, and as often as you can.
