If I Encountered Jesus
If I were to encounter Jesus, I imagine it would be like meeting love itself—a love so pure, so complete, it would render me breathless. The world around me would fade into a soft blur, leaving only His presence, radiant and overwhelming. It wouldn’t be just a meeting; it would be a moment where my soul would be fully seen, as if my entire being had waited lifetimes for this encounter.
The Setting of the Encounter
I imagine Jesus wouldn’t appear in grandeur, but in simplicity, His presence more captivating than any crown or throne. He’d wear an expression of calm, of understanding, of a love so deep it would feel like the earth beneath my feet was singing.
I’d feel nervous, as though standing before someone who already knows every story I’ve ever told myself, yet still sees me as worthy. My heart would race, not with fear, but with awe, as if the very essence of life itself had stepped into my world.
The First Glance
When our eyes would meet, I imagine His gaze would hold a universe of kindness. There would be no judgment, no need to explain who I was or what I had done. His eyes would speak without words, saying: “I know you. I have always known you.”
Tears might rise unbidden, a release of everything I’ve held inside—every doubt, every sorrow, every moment I felt unseen. And yet, I’d feel no shame in my vulnerability. In His presence, my brokenness would feel like something beautiful, like pieces waiting to be mended by His touch.
The Conversation
What would I say to Him? At first, nothing. Words would feel too small, too fragile. But then, as if He could hear the unspoken, He would smile—a smile so full of love it would dissolve the barriers I’ve built around my heart.
I’d ask Him the questions that have lingered in my soul:
“Do You truly know how often I’ve longed for You?”
“Why did You choose this moment to find me?”
“Have I made You proud?”
He wouldn’t rush to answer, for His presence alone would hold more truth than words could convey. Yet, when He spoke, His voice would carry the warmth of a sunrise, each word washing over me like a Blessing.
It would be the romance of a Creator meeting His creation, a love story written before time began. His love wouldn’t ask for anything in return; it would simply be—an eternal, unwavering force that I could finally feel with every fiber of my being.
And in that moment, I would know what it means to be cherished. Not for what I’ve done or failed to do, but simply because I exist. It would feel like coming home, like finding the one place where my soul has always belonged.
My Response
I’d want to kneel, to surrender completely to the weight of His presence. Yet, I imagine He’d gently lift me, reminding me that I am not just a seeker, but a beloved child.
Perhaps He would take my hand, and I’d feel the scars—scars that speak of sacrifice, of love so profound it defies comprehension. And I’d realize in that moment that those scars were for me, that I am worth that kind of love.
When the Encounter Ends
As He prepared to leave, I’d feel a pang of longing, as though I’d glimpsed eternity and must now return to time. But He would leave me with something—a sense of peace, a quiet assurance that He is never truly far.
“I am with you always,” He might say, His voice lingering in the air like a melody.
And as He walked away, I’d feel not sadness, but a fullness, a gratitude so deep it would change the way I see the world. Every sunrise, every whisper of the wind, would remind me of Him.
To encounter Jesus would be to encounter love in its truest form. It would be the kind of moment that redefines everything—a meeting not of strangers, but of a soul and its Shepherd.
Have you ever imagined what it might be like to meet Him? How would you respond if the One who knows you fully stood before you? Perhaps, like me, you’d find that the greatest gift isn’t what you’d say to Him, but what He’d reveal about who you truly are.
And I Am Complete
