As I knelt in prayer, my spirit was caught up into the heavenly realms, and a vision unfolded before my eyes, vivid and awe-inspiring. The air was filled with the fragrance of myrrh and frankincense, and the warmth of divine light enveloped me. I found myself standing on the edge of a great precipice, overlooking a vast expanse that seemed to stretch into eternity.
In the midst of this ethereal scene stood two figures. One was clothed in regal splendor, His garments shimmering with the light of a thousand suns. The other was robed in simple, humble attire, yet his face bore the marks of sorrow and yearning. As I gazed upon them, I recognized the majestic figure as our Lord Jesus Christ, the King of Kings, and the other as a representation of humanity, frail and burdened.
The Lord’s voice resounded like a mighty waterfall, cascading with power and tenderness. “Behold,” He declared, “I have borne the burden of your sin, and through My sacrifice, the chasm between God and man has been bridged. The price has been paid, and the way to eternal life is open to all who believe” (John 19:30).
As He spoke, the ground beneath them trembled, and a brilliant light pierced the heavens, illuminating the path that lay before them. The aroma of fresh rain and blooming flowers filled the air, and I could almost taste the sweetness of His grace. The humble man, representing each of us, fell to his knees, tears flowing like rivers down his cheeks. The sound of his weeping was like a lament, echoing the sorrow of a world in need of redemption.
“My Lord and my God,” he cried, his voice trembling with emotion (John 20:28). “How can I ever repay such love?”
With infinite gentleness, Jesus lifted him up, and with a touch as tender as a mother’s embrace, He wiped away his tears (Revelation 21:4). “You cannot repay, but you can receive,” He said, His words like honey to the soul. “Take up your cross and follow Me, for in My strength, you will find the grace to walk this path. Fear not, for I am with you always, even to the end of the age” (Matthew 28:20).
In that moment, the air seemed to shimmer with the sound of angelic choirs, their harmonies a symphony of hope and joy (Revelation 5:11-12). I could feel the presence of the Holy Spirit, like a refreshing breeze, filling me with peace and assurance. The vision imparted a profound understanding: the journey of faith is one of surrender and trust. The price paid by our Lord is sufficient for all our needs, and His love is the guiding light that leads us through every trial and triumph (John 8:12).
The vision began to fade, yet the message remained etched upon my heart. We are called to walk in the light of His sacrifice, bearing witness to the hope and redemption found in Christ alone (1 Peter 2:9). As the Apostle John wrote, “And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth” (John 1:14). Let us hold fast to this truth, and live in the assurance of His unfailing love, our senses attuned to His presence in every moment.