I had an incredible experience in 2007, where I was bought face to face with God (in a vision) – I saw Jesus so clearly, standing in the doorway of heaven, radiant with light – my whole being screamed out to be with Him, because I saw so clearly Who He is – that He IS love – His holiness, His utter goodness, were so beautiful, and I knew that the purpose of life was to know Him.
But I was cut off, there was a void between us that I knew I could not cross, and the agony of distance from Him, of being cut off from His Presence, hit home with all horrific, sickening force. As I saw Him as He was, so I was able to see myself as I was, in relation to Him I saw His goodness, and I saw my badness. I saw myself as Cinderella (from the Disney film!) as she stands in disbelief and despair, holding her ruined ball-dress that her sisters have just wrecked, knowing full well that she was absolutely incapable of entering the palace and going to the ball.
As I thought my heart would break, I saw Jesus step out of heaven and come down, and across the void between us that I could not cross – until He stood before me. I felt (literally) a wave of love from Him flood all over me; I couldn’t believe it, He loved me as I was, loved me in my filthy state – and then I felt, like dirt being lifted, Him take all the trash that I was so conscious of, so utterly conscious and ashamed of in His Presence, but that I had no way to remove – onto Himself.
Next He took me – my whole self, and laid me in His arms, sheltering me.
Then I saw, the punishment for all that trash, the destruction it deserved, falling like fire, the anger of the Holy God in heaven, falling to burn up all that was so filthy, so against His nature. But it fell on Jesus. I felt (I couldn’t walk, I was supported by two people), the weight of the crossbar of the cross, but more than that, the weight of all the guilt, the shame; a crushing, heartbreaking weight. I saw and heard the mocking and the hatred and the anger of the people around the cross. But the punishment I deserved, He took for me. And He died.
And as I was held, sheltered and safe in His arms, as He took that punishment for me, and all that filth was destroyed, I died too.
And then I saw – Jesus, alive and glorious, on the other side of death – radiant like He was before!! And I saw, and felt, myself, shining and bright, alive with a new kind of life coming from His life, full of joy and peace, sustained by His love, and never, never to be separated.
I can’t properly put it into words; all I know is that when we come into contact with God’s glory, and get a glimpse of what He is really like, we see ourselves as we truly are – there is no hiding, no avoiding. It is there that we know are not good enough to be near God, and none of our efforts can change us. And it is there, in that place of despair, that He meets us, and saves us Himself – and we are changed forever:
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.” (John 3 v 16)
Praise God!!