All my life, so it seems to me, and I have been talking to the Lord more years than I can recall, I have wished to own a picture of Jesus, the Real Jesus. A picture I could keep safely treasured away, and take out from time to time just to – well – I leave you to finish this sentence. Because chances are if you are taking time to read this article your desire has been my desire.
The Lord reminded me this morning that I have in fact been gazing on His face a very long time with these words,
“Who sees the face but sees in part,
Who reads the Spirit which it hides, sees all,
And needs no more.
Thy life in my life, Lord,
Give thou to me;
And then in truth,
I may forever see
My Master’s face.”William Hurd Hillyer.
Everyone who loves and prays has an imprint of Christ on their heart it cannot be otherwise for God will never fail to notice and to pour out His Spirit on those who truly seek His Face. True, it is a matter of sitting still and allowing God the artist to work ~ but God has the time and is patient and will persevere with us to make His work within us perfect, complete… while I was musing, the Spirit bought me back in time, “Don’t you remember?”
I was a young woman with a lot to learn, and with little time to sit still and come to the Lord … so the Lord came to me. I looked, as the scripture stories say, and Jesus sat on the chair by my bedside. In my vision Jesus wore a long brown coat, not white and that puzzled me and has been pondered over much down the years. He said nothing, Not a word. His face spoke all… gentle, full of concern, concern and care. Now I know, that concern was for what the future held for me. He sat very upright, dignified… a little sadness I saw, sadness as a Teacher might be sad for all the hardness of the world His students would have to face… do you remember these words from John’s Gospel, chapter 15.18-19
“If the world hates you, you know that it hated Me before it hated you
If you were of the world, the world would love its own, yet. Yet because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you”N.K.J.V.
I have pondered, over and over again why the Lord said not a word. But could I have borne words from my Lord then? Would I have known what to do about an instruction? Could I have carried an instruction out? But nevertheless without audible words He was speaking… “who reads the Spirit which it hides, sees all”
To be spiritually minded is life and peace …(Rom, 8:6)
Lord as I sit, still, attentive quiet,
So I look on you and you in me;
Help me, then to be content to gaze on you,
Even as you gaze on me.Jean
p.s. No, the Jesus I saw in my vision did not have blonde hair. He was in fact, very dark.