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It was 1978. I have a lot of good memories from my walk with God that year. This one still amazes me. It was a normal day, normal lay of the land kind of thing. I was pregnant with my fourth child or it was shortly after her birth. This event happened in the livingroom of a little three bedroom house we rented on Knollaire in Sunnyland between East Peoria and Washington, Illinois. The first thing that happened was a realization. I was praying and had the sudden insight that several of my neighbors did not know Jesus—and I did not care. At least, prior to that moment, I had not cared enough to even pray for them. I confessed this to God as sin and asked Him to give me a heart for those around me that I would pray. A surprising thing happened after that. I was lying on my tummy on the livingroom floor praying and I had a kind of vision: I literally saw myself. I saw myself lying there on the floor but I did not see myself exactly how I would have appeared to an onlooker. I did not notice my clothing. What I saw was my body covered with open, runny, putrid, infected, puss-filled sores. It was a bit like what I might have imagined leprosy to look like. It probably was not actually what it looked like but it was nasty, gross and disgusting. I was absolutely covered with puss-oozing sores all over my body. The thought came to me "our righteousness is a filthy rags" and I knew the yucky sores represented my sin—not my sins but rather my SIN. Then another amazing thing happened. I perceived Jesus standing above my head, off to the right. I use the word "perceived" because I did not see Him with my eyes as much as I discerned He was there. That was the moment I first learned the true meaning of the word PURE. I was aware of white light and an over-powering holiness and essential purity. Jesus was the epitome of pure. He was so clean, so holy. The word pure took on such an expanded meaning for me that day I do not have the words to express it. But I do remember it. What a contrast: Jesus, pure and holy and me, covered with puss-oozing, putrid sores. Sinless versus sinful. And then He started to reach His Hand toward me! No! No! I could not allow it. I could not allow Him to soil himself. I was too filthy and He was too clean. I physically shrunk back from His extended Hand. And He reached further and laid His Hand on my head and Love flowed through my entire being—His Love, His Holiness, His Cleansing Power. He healed me and made me whole... Written for "The Taboo Words Contest ~ On Hiatus"  FEBRUARY PROMPT: TOUCH Taboo Words: touch, sensation, feel, contact, handle, tactile or any derivatives of these words. Word Count: 476 Words. ~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~ |
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