Seeing Jesus in the Flesh
When I take the time out to write insights and personal things like this, I tend to wrestle with the question, Why or whom am I writing for? I think to myself I don’t want to write for christians because they are the worst motherfuckers to try to share anything new about God with. Those fuckers are bogged down in their heads with years of stupid preaching and memorized scriptures. No, christians are the worst set of people to accept new things about God.
But then I think, I don’t care about unbelieving people either since I have no intention to make myself “a saviour of souls”. So why am I writing, why bother share such precious things with pigs and wilderbeasts?
The answer then comes back to, “I am writing only because at this particular time I’m feeling inspired to write, I’m enjoying it and it makes me happy. It’s all about me.”
and the Holy spirit says,
‘ as it should be Sher, only do it if it makes you happy.”
And I respond to him,
” Well, look at you Holy Spirit, your the one giving me the inspiration.”
Holy Spirit then replies,
” I give you the inspiration but I can’t and will never force you to put pen to paper and put it on the internet. This is your free will being exercised.”
” Ok, my friend Holy Spirit, let’s do this.”
Holy Spirit chuckles and says
” that’s my Sher, always a work me and all of Heaven out, Jesus and all your angels have to be tag teaming to keep up with you .”
Rolling my eyes with a smiling smirk, cause I know I can’t tire out / exhaust Heaven, I say
” It’s good that Jesus stays in shape, give him things to do since he’s been bored for the past thousands of years!”
” Yes commander!” Holy Spirit responds laughingly.
” That’s my Sher!.” Holy Spirit continues laughing
The first time we ever saw Jesus in the flesh, in real human form, was when KB and I were camping for months on a beach in the country of Turkey. The name of the beach is Incekum located near the town of Avsallar in Turkey. Jesus rode up on a motorcycle with some big fat fishes in a cardboard box. We, my husband KB and I were sitting out under some trees hiding from the sun; the beach was packed with Turks because it was the weekend. Baby Keilah was asleep in our tent, we didn’t want to be moving around in there and disturb her. Hence we were outside under a tree on the beach chatting.
I remember turning around and seeing the man who had made a noisy entrance with his motorcycle now standing by his parked motorcycle. Here’s the thing at first you don’t know it’s Jesus, well at least for me, I just remember thinking
” Wow, this guy looks so alive, so full of life, so much charisma!….just vigour and energy oozing out of him.”
He looked like the type of guy you would see as a desperado, riding miles in a desert on his motorcycle and playing music under the late-night stars. Yes, the type of guy you would expect to jump off cliffs and shit. Just full of life! Just this amazing Aura, like for sure you would have an awesome time if he was around. He just stood out from everybody around him. You could tell that he wasn’t Turkish, he didn’t look like the Turks but he looked middle eastern. He was fit and lean muscled, not bulky muscled and he was wearing some cut off pants .
” Look there babes, Jesus has come to look for us!” I remember these words slipping out of my mouth and that’s when we knew for sure it was Jesus. He called KB over and gave him two large fishes. KB told him to scale the fish for him, which Jesus did and he gave KB his knife. The day before we had been complaining about how we had lost our knife and we would have to get another one. Camping without a knife is hard cause you need it to cut a lot of things so you can cook.
He never came out and said, ” Hey guys it’s me Jesus” it wasn’t necessary, we are not strangers or some distant people. We just knew he was our friend.
KB and Keilah have seen him physically many times since since then. Even when KB was deciding to enter his bodybuilding competition, The Lord Jesus, showed up to him on his way to a gym in Seoul South Korea. For Keilah it’s the easiest, she has no adult logic or unbelief weighing her down, so seeing Jesus is easier for her.
With so many years ahead of us together with Jesus I’m sure I will see him more frequently. It doesn’t matter if I see him physically or not, because we talk to him everyday anyway. What is a body? It’s the spirit that counts. Still it is nice to see him like that every now and again . Look at me, how fortunate a woman I am, to be certain that I know that I know, Jesus Christ is real and he is really in my life and he is really God in Flesh.
When I take the time out to write insights and personal things like this, I tend to wrestle with the question, Why or whom am I writing for? I think to myself I don’t want to write for christians because they are the worst motherfuckers to try to share anything new about God with. Those…Read MoreRead More
When I take the time out to write insights and personal things like this, I tend to wrestle with the question, Why or whom am I writing for? I think to myself I don’t want to write for christians because they are the worst motherfuckers to try to share anything new about God with. ThoseRead More