Last week in my blog, I opened up to you about my personal relationship with Jesus Christ and how intimate He is with His children. He greatly desires to connect with us and share His infinite LOVE on a very personal and deep level. Even though I can articulate those words to you, it still has not completely sunk into the marrow of my bones. I mean, let me hand it to you…. The moment we can really grasp that fact, the only place we are going is straight down to the ground to breath up carpet fuzz in awe and worship!
Do you remember how I told you that My Papa will lead me to a precious treasure in the airport filled with a themed message? Well two airport visits ago, He led me to this unfamiliar book called Glimpses of Heaven by Trudy Harris. Trudy is a truly amazing hospice nurse who has passionately pursued Christ while serving His people with love and admiration. Trudy stayed consistent with chasing the face of Jesus to capture a moment that He would reveal Himself in mighty ways. This book is her testimony, along with other people’s intimate stories of how Christ would show up at such a critical moment in a person’s life…. Those last hours before they entered into their final destination! Trudy says that there are so many lessons people are trying to teach us, moments before they die. We had better listen. She was standing on Holy ground during these moments, and she/we dare not miss one of them.
Frederick’s story is one that I would like to share with you because I believe this particular story stands out in a special way. Even though each story in the book, shares a common thread, I believe this message is an extra special message to Jesus, alone! If He could tell us all straight to our faces, I think He would say…. “Oh, Oh, pick Fredrick's story…pretty please…it’s my favorite”! So on behalf of Jesus…here it goes!
Pay close attention to EVERY little detail, and if you know Jesus well enough, this description is so HIM! Remember, His sheep will know his voice!
"Fredrick was admitted into the hospice center within a week or two of his arrival in Jacksonville and I had the joy of visiting him there every day. He was a magnificent looking man, about 78 years old, very elegant, with a naturally graceful demeanor. His hair was as white as snow, and his eyes were electric blue. As you entered into his room, you were struck by the classical music playing day and night, freshly cut flowers everywhere, and greeting cards hanging from every slat on the louvered blinds. It was obvious that he was well known and much loved. Fredrick was extraordinarily well-educated with a background in philosophy and religion and he had to say but a few words for you to fully understand that. He was a thinker, a deep thinker, about all the most important things in life, and he exuded the manners of a wonderfully genteel man.
One day when I stopped by for a visit, Fredrick was sobbing. I sat quietly near his bed asking if there was something I could do for him. He simply shook his head and sobbed even harder. “Tell me what it is,” I asked. “No, no, no,” he would say, “just sit here with me.” This experience repeated itself many times over the next few weeks, and each time I found him in this way, I simply sat with him until he got tired and fell asleep. One day he said to me, “I have had an experience, and I will tell you about it one day, not now, not yet, but one day.” That was all he said.
A few weeks later as I was leaving for home, I stopped by to say good night. This time Fredrick was crying very, very hard. Looking up at me, he said simply, “sit down.” I sat down. He cried and cried quietly for a long time, and I just held his hand without saying a word. Finally he looked up at me and said, “Do you remember my telling you about an experience I had that I would tell you about later on? Well, I am going to tell you about it now.” He proceeded to tell me that Jesus himself had come into his bedroom, here at the hospice center. Gesturing to a corner of the room, he explained that he stood, “right there,” near the foot of his bed. He said that Jesus’ presence had filled the room with the most incredible sense of compassion, beauty, and forgiveness he had ever seen. He spoke of the love and tenderness he saw clearly reflected in His eyes, and the awareness he felt of being loved deeply, just for himself. Fredrick spoke quietly, in awesome tones, and with an insightful and graceful manner about this very personal experience. He wanted to be sure I understood every word that he was saying.
“If I saw Jesus like you did,” I asked, “would I cry too?”
“Oh yes,” he replied.
“Because he is so beautiful,” he said, “and because He LOVES us so much and forgives us all our sins. He wants us to let Him love us and wants us to be free to love Him too, just as we are.”
We spoke for a long time after his sharing this wonderful experience with me. I thought for all the world he wanted me to get it right so as to be able to share it with others, as I am doing now. With all the education and experience Fredrick had in life, and with all the knowledge others saw in him, Fredrick, like all of us, simply do not know the depth of love God had for him. The hole in his heart was filled to capacity in the last hours of his life.
How do you explain these magnificent experiences that God allows His children to have? Who else but the One who created us all and loves us so intimately would know what each of us needs to be able to run home to Him the way a small child runs to his father after a long day of play with scrapes and hurts?
That, after all, is what we do at the end of our lives.
Early the next morning when I arrived at work, I stopped in to see Fredrick. The nurses that had cared for him the evening before said that he had gone off to sleep that night and had not really responded yet today. It was obvious that he was now resting in Gods love and preparing to go home to him, unafraid. He remained that way all day long.
That evening Fredrick had passed. He completed his work!"
Beloved, Please do not miss the message that so deeply penetrates Jesus’ heart… "He LOVES us so much and forgives us all our sins. He wants us to let Him love us and wants us to be free to love Him too, just as we are.”
Thank you to Fredrick for hanging on long enough to share that with us. To God be the Glory!
Right from my heart,