I Saw Jesus…
December 4th, 2007
It was a Sunday at church.
It was around April, 2002.
I know this because my baby daughter rested in my womb.
While switching from the selfish prayers to win a screenwriting fellowship prize of $30,000 to an earnest prayer at the altar, I told God:
“Just do whatever you want…”
The power of the presence of Jesus on the stage behind my bishop was so overwhelming.
People cried.
I couldn’t see His face, but I knew it was Christ.
I just knew it was Him, not an angel.
His robe was resplendent white — that’s all I saw.
That mere yet wonderful peek at such holiness and heaviness forced me down to my knees.
I wasn’t hurt.
I wept out of…I don’t know why. Don’t know if I was more acutely aware of my sinfulness or cleansing or what.
I got up.
And it changed my life forever.
So I’ve finally taken the holy hints and revelations God has given me to literally “Write the vision…” (Habakkuk 2:2) and started this website.
I really got it when watching the movie version of The Case for Christ, and Lee Strobel talked about this amazing revelation by the Apostle Paul, who also saw Jesus after He rose from the dead:
“For I passed on to you first of all what I also had received, that Christ (the Messiah, the Anointed One) died for our sins in accordance with [what] the Scriptures [foretold],
That He was buried, that He arose on the third day as the Scriptures foretold,
And [also] that He appeared to Cephas (Peter), then to the Twelve.
Then later He showed Himself to more than five hundred brethren at one time, the majority of whom are still alive, but some have fallen asleep [in death].
Afterward He was seen by James, then by all the apostles (the special messengers),
And last of all He appeared to me also, as to one prematurely and born dead [no better than an unperfected fetus among living men].” 1 Corinthians 15:3-8
It’s that “no better than a…fetus” part that really stuck with me.
Paul (I keep typing my name, Paula) saw Christ long after all the other disciples, as if one born out of season, he wrote.
I know that my mother possibly contemplated aborting me, so I feel the same way.
So grateful that I survived the abortionist’s blade, and grateful that God would charge me with such a blessing as to have this powerful experience.
So this blog will gather together the many testimonies of sane and rational and faith-filled people who have also had the pleasure of seeing Jesus.
And it will shut the mouths of those who ask: