My insides turned into mush, and yet I remained calm. His smooth earth toned complexion and His snow white hair likened to a white sheep’s wool had me in a daze. I tried to look away, but the holes in His palms captivated me. Were these the same holes that convinced Thomas that He is the risen Christ? I couldn’t believe the Messiah was sitting at my table.
“Are we having a chocolate chip latte this morning or will we be having a cold blend frappuccino?” His voice was like roaring waves in the sea. Of course He knows what I like. Why would I expect anything different?
“Latte, please.” My voice trembled.
I stared at His tall, muscular frame as He walked to my Keurig machine. I couldn’t help but continue to question if this man was truly the one who gave His life to reconcile us with our Father. This is the man that fed 5,000+? Is this the same compassionate man who met the women at the well and took on our sins, the man Peter fought for? I imagined the same man in the Heavens. He sat on a throne between the disciples and the many mythical creatures I’ve read about in the Bible. My body weakened at the overwhelming thoughts hitting me at once.
He placed my favorite coffee mug in front of me. I tried to hide my shaking hand but failed. I attempted a sip, but the coffee couldn’t decide where to go. The silence–deafening. I could sense His anticipation for me to speak, but I didn’t know where to start.
“Let’s start with why you wanted me here this morning,” he declared.
Isn’t it just like God to know my every thought and understand me completely? No need for words, just obedience. I continued to stare as I took another sip of my latte. His lips didn’t move, but I felt Him speak to my spirit and tell me to talk to Him as if I was talking to a friend or a therapist. So, I started giving him the rundown of everything that was weighing me down for the past few months. I poured my heart out about my confusion, self doubt, different offenses, and everything I could think of through tears, laughter, and animated gestures. And for every situation, He had such a caring, gracious, and encouraging dissertation. I wanted to stay in His presence forever.
As our time came to an end, two simultaneous rivers flowed down my face, with no dam to cut them off.
“Please don’t go,” I whimpered.
“I will never leave you or forsake you. I am always with you.” His voice sounded as calm as an ocean breeze.
He grabbed my hand, and instantly a bright light flashed in front of my eyes. He guided me through every moment I questioned. I witnessed Him speaking to the woman at the well, feeding the 5,000+, and Peter chopping off an ear. I gasped and jumped in astonishment at the sight of my Savior in agony on the cross. Just when my countenance fell, He took me to an unexplainably bright room where twelve men were sitting in royal chairs surrounded by creatures that you would expect in fantasy novels. He sat in their midst. The color of his garment was as white as snow. His crown had every precious stone I’ve ever seen and some I’ve never known about. It looked as if it weighed a ton. His robe looked as though it weighed 10 times as much as His crown. It draped over his royal chair due to it being an unimaginable length. He was pure majesty. I could do nothing but position myself on the ground and bow in praise. A bright light flashed once again, and we were at the table. He gave me a slight smirk and winked. My mouth dropped to the floor. Then, my body jerked like I was waking up from a dream and He was gone.
Author Britt Diane 