Night? Day? I could not tell. A shroud of darkness prevailed.
The ground before me appeared to be a soft, sandy loam. About fifty feet ahead lay an unending area of burning flames, its origin unknown. The lapping flames were not the typical orange, yellow, or even white-hot flames. They appeared as invisible bluish-black flames, like ebony flames of hell.
Some figures stood at the edge of the flames, talking. A thick veil of evil filled the air.
I was frightened. So frightened, I could not move. I was only able to watch what unfolded before me.
Out of the corner of my right eye, I could see a figure in a flowing, white robe walking slowly along, moving from my right to my left, at a distance between me and the line of flames. He said nothing. Never turning to look at me or the others, he walked with his eyes focused before him.
I knew in an instant it was Jesus. Every ounce of me wanted to reach out, to call to Him, to have Him stop and wait for me. But some unknown force held me in place. My feet felt shackled to the ground; my parched lips stuck together.
As Jesus was on the verge of moving out of the scene, it appeared He would leave me behind. He was going on without me. I ached to go with Him.
“Stop, Jesus! Don’t go without me! Jesus! Jesus!” the words finally blurted out.
He stopped. He turned and looked at me. Never saying a word. I heard my own sigh of relief. All was well.
That was all. I woke up, frightened, yet relieved. Saddened, yet overjoyed. Tears came later in the recall of this scene.
How many times each day does Jesus pass our way and, yet, we do not call out to Him? We are too busy, too preoccupied, too self-centered, trying to do our own thing, to go our own way.
Jesus once said…
I passed by your way today. You heeded Me not.
My child, you’ve called on My Name, needing help, guidance, or supply. I draw near in your times of need, but My Presence goes unnoticed.
I pass by, My Voice unheard. You pay more attention to pressing demands without realizing those demands will be met so much the readier if you come to Me first, trusting Me to have My way.
I draw near to speak when your ears pulse with the deafening sound of raging storms. But you do not quiet yourself to hear My Still Small Voice.
I draw near when you heart is overwhelmed with stress, grief, or disappointment.
I so long to touch your fretted brow, to take your trembling hand and gently guide you, to wash your tired feet, to whisper comfort to your hurting soul, to supply your every need.
I am full of tenderness and care, forgiveness and love, strength and comfort, provision and peace.
I drew near to share it all with you today, but you were too busy. I passed by, undiscovered.
Oh, do not miss Me, My child. I am always near. Only a whisper away.”
***This post first appeared 9-29-12.