I wanted to share something I felt yesterday as I watched the meeting from home.
I was hurting so bad in my body as the meeting started that I was not able to lift my head, and I could just listen to all of the sweet voices telling about our Jesus and what he has done. When Bob told of the tree pinning his leg and being all alone and needing help, then speaking in tongues and feeling the calm peace come on him, tears rolled down my eyes. I felt pinned down by the pain I was feeling, and Bob’s testimony felt like a gentle whisper from Jesus. I had an ice pack on my head, but I could feel heat under that ice pack. I thought Jesus was taking that awful pain, but that’s not what happened. As I lay there with tears streaming down my face and waiting to see if Jesus took my pain, I realized how separate my body and my spirit felt. My body hurt so badly but I had the sweetest feeling in my spirit. I do not believe I have ever felt the separation like that. It felt so good to lie there and feel such sweetness in my spirit that the pain didn’t compare. I don’t know if words can really tell how separated the two were.
(Jesus did lift the pain last night and Jerry and I are both some better today.)
I am still tearing up this morning, as I think on Bob’s testimony, and of Leah, telling of the Spirit crying out to Jesus for her when she couldn’t after her terrible wreck.
The tenderness of those testimonies telling of Jesus and what he has done, and can do, are stirring in my heart this morning. I wonder if the disciples and the ones Jesus healed felt this love and tenderness as they told of what Jesus did. What tears the blind man, and the lepers must have shed as they told of Jesus touching them! How could there not be tears?
I feel humbled and overwhelmed with love from Jesus, to get to be together and tell of his mercy and his goodness.
Love you, Pastor John!
Beth