Though I can honestly say I rarely run out of a topics to write about, I was not sure what to write about today. I looked at my list and this story stood out.
As I have mentioned before, my life has bounced from one tragedy to another since childhood, to the point at times all I had left to hang on to has been my faith in the living God. And that, by the skin of my teeth.
What I am about to share is an odd story, perhaps some will even doubt my sanity, but as God is my witness, it is as real as I am sitting before my keyboard today.
After all, isn’t our God the God of the impossible, the unexplainable?
Some would call what I saw a vision, I call it a gift.
About a month ago, I lay in bed completely awake only thinking about how comfy I was and how much I wanted to go back to sleep, but knew I couldn’t. It was morning and time to get up. I could hear my husband puttering around in the kitchen.
My eyes are sensitive to light even with my eyes closed. I have never had blackout curtains, my alternative has always been to place a dark sock over my eyes when the morning sunlight floods through the curtains, which to the amusement of my family works perfectly for me as it blocks out any light.
So there I lay with my sock over my eyes as usual, talking myself into getting out of bed.
Suddenly, I saw a white circle forming. I could see this circle even with my sock-covered, closed eyes.
I stared in amazement and watched as the circle grew until it filled my eyesight. I realized the white I was seeing was a bright sky. Then the figure of a person, tiny at first but continually growing, as it came out of the sky and appeared in front of me. At first I thought it was a woman with shoulder length hair and a long robe-like dress. I could not make out any facial features on this person as the face was initially blurred.
The woman I thought I saw, turned out to be a man I quickly recognized as Jesus. There was a commotion on the floor or ground in front of where He stood, but I could not see anything but Jesus from the waist up, with the sky in the background. By His quick movements, it was apparent there was an urgent matter He was taking care of.
I saw Him bend down and move quickly as if he was attending to something on the ground. I couldn’t see what the commotion was, but sensed it was something big.
This whole scene played out in black and white, like one of those old fashioned, fast paced flickering movies. I then saw Jesus lift up a person from the ground, whose body was completely limp. Jesus lifted the person, till the person’s head was on His shoulder, much like a parent picks up a sleeping child to carry them somewhere.
The person’s face was closest to my line-of-vision. As I looked at his face; the features became more and more clear. It was my son, Jonathan, I was looking at!
His face held the look of distress and confusion. Jesus comforted him with a long embrace.
Just as I realized it was my son Jesus held tightly, they were both lifted up, Jesus still holding Jonathan in an embrace, then vanished into the sky, until all I could see was a tiny dot, as one sees when a helium balloon floats up into the sky till it is out of sight. Everything went dark again.
I lay in bed trying to make sense of what I had just seen. I knew it was not a dream. I have had plenty of those. I knew I had been completely awake through the entire scene. I didn’t understand what I had just experienced, other than I knew I had witnessed Jesus taking my 27 year old, Christ-following son to Heaven after his fatal motorcycle accident on September 24, 2011. The medical report said Jonathan lay on the road, while the paramedics tried to assist him. Those around him helped him to sit up. Then suddenly he fell back and died.
I believe God wanted me to know that at that very moment, when Jonathan was struggling for his life on that road, Jesus was right there comforting him, loving him, encouraging him, and embracing him. Then, at the very moment his body fell back on that road, his spirit was released and carried into Heaven by none other than Jesus Himself; and that is what the scene God had me witness was about.
God has blessed me and comforted me in unusual ways since my son’s death. I felt led to share this one because there may be someone who needs to read this. I can’t tell you why or how it was that I saw what I saw that morning with my sock covered eyes.
I can only tell you that God comforted a broken-hearted mother by showing her how He comforted her son at that very moment of death, the very moment we all fear.
Psalm 34:3 Come glorify the LORD with me; let us exalt His name together.
Psalm 116:1-7 I love the Lord, because He has heard my voice and my pleas for mercy. Because He inclined His ear to me, therefore I will call on Him as long as I live. The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish. Then I called on the name of the Lord: “O Lord, I pray, deliver my soul!” Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; our God is merciful. The Lord preserves the simple; when I was brought low, He saved me. Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.
By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2013 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com.