What will it be like to meet Jesus face-to-face?
I imagine a big smile, a hug, and “Welcome Home.”
I know that moment will be more glorious and awesome than anything my human brain can imagine. Still, it feels good to create a script of how the meeting might happen.
I picture a conversation, a chance to walk (no wheelchair!!) and talk. A truly authentic conversation in which misconceptions and baggage and mistakes somehow fall away. I’ve never figured out the substance of the discussion, I just have this sense that as we talk everything becomes freer and lighter and just as it was always meant to be.
I don’t think there’ll be scolding or recriminations, but I wonder if we’ll discuss how I invested my time. If we do, I’m pretty sure He won’t ask me about how other people lived their lives or the choices they made.
But we might talk about how I loved them, since He called me to do that.
However it works, I’m certain He won’t say…
“You showed too much grace too often.”
“You included too many people.”
“You spent too much time helping marginalized folks.”
“You loved people too much.”
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Do you have this kind of mental image?
How do you imagine meeting Jesus face-to-face?
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