Morning After |
Our son, Sam has always had a thing with Jesus. When he was only two years old I was reading a Little Golden Book about Jesus to him. He would wave at the drawings of Jesus at every turn of the page. I didn’t encourage him, he did it himself.
Over the years (he is now eight) he has had a faith that is
strong. When his tummy hurt, he’d ask me
to pray for it to be better and he’d walk away from me confident that it would
be. It would.
In a car ride to go boating with friends, the sky got dark and it began to downpour and a storm seemed to be ending our plans. He sat in his child car seat, folded his
little hands, bowed his head and clenched his eyes tightly shut as he prayed asking God, "Please, make the storm
go away." The clouds parted and
there were blue skies. It impacted one
of our friends in the car so much that he wrote a blog post about the faith of
Sam.
Our son has often said things that were always spot on at
the moment needed. One of those times I was in quiet prayer early in the
morning and asking the LORD to help me be more aware of giving. Our son awoke and walked up to
me. He said, “Mom, I’ve been
thinking. Giving to people is like
giving to God.”
Last year, he really surprised us. He said to our oldest daughter, “You are
going to have a baby this year.” My eyes
bugged out and our daughter laughingly told him that she didn’t know how that
would be possible. She had been
diagnosed in her teens as clinically sterile.
Just the month before he said this, she had been so sick from the
complications of her condition that the physicians were recommending a
hysterectomy.
Ten months later, our grandson was born.
Sam doesn’t see himself as anything unusual. This is normal to him. This is part of his relationship with Jesus;
believing and looking to Him and saying the things placed on his heart. He says and does them without hesitation or questioning,
because as a child’s faith is, it is without doubt and filled with expectation.
When he was around five he had a dream that Jesus was a lion
and the Jesus-lion was laying on him while covering and protecting him from mean
animals. He said, “It was so loving; He loved me!
He roared at the others and they backed away and then He licked me, snuggled me and
purred. It felt so good! It felt SO good!” Sam had never heard of the Lion of Judah or
had ever seen or read a one of C. S. Lewis' books about Narnia like the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe yet.
I showed him a cover of one of those books later as we walked through a store and I asked him if Jesus looked like
that kind of lion and he said, “Yes.”
The next morning I let him sleep and called the school
saying he wouldn’t be there that day.
Shortly after, he came walking out of his room. He said, “Mom,
I’m healed! I dreamed Jesus healed me!” I jumped up and felt his head. The fever was gone. I asked if he still hurt anyplace and he told
me, no. He was well!
I asked what it was that he dreamed. He said, “I
was in heaven. Jesus told them, ‘Sam is
very sick and this makes Me sad. I’m going
to heal him.’ Then Jesus turned to me
and said, ‘Be healed.’”
Asking him if Jesus put His hands on him, he told me, “No,
He just said it. ‘Be healed.’” I was in awe.
I saw how happy Sam was and how bright his eyes were.
Continuing to check on Sam and feeling his head, no fever
came back. He was certain he was healed
and I had kept checking. (I’m convicted
of this now.)
Once I settled into this having happened, I asked Sam if he
remembered anything else about his dream.
He exclaimed, “I remember lots of things!” I eagerly asked him what.
He said, “There were
lots of streets and they really ARE made of gold! Every road is gold!”
“It was beautiful.
BEAUTIFUL!”
“There were lots of
churches everywhere! Everything we like is there. Everything!
There were Bibles everywhere and books and shops filled with Bibles and
books!”
“I saw houses, lots of
houses! I saw the houses!! The houses
are all SOFT! You can sit anywhere and
lay down anywhere in them and it doesn’t hurt because they are all soft! He wants us COMFORTABLE!!”
“I saw our house! It even said, ‘Willey House’ on it!” His joy kept growing as he shared more
and more.
“I saw Grandpa
Willey. He was partying!” Sam laughed and he made a gesture of
dancing.
“Grandpa said, ‘Hi,’ to me and then he went back to partying!” Again, Sam laughed.
“Everything you LIKE
is there, EVERYTHING! I’m going to play
floor hockey ALL OF THE TIME!”
I was soaking in every word he had to say and held to his
exuberance, certainty and authority in the way he said them. Then I asked him who Jesus was talking to
when He was telling them that he was sick and that Jesus was sad and that He was
going to heal him. He said, “He was talking to the angels!”
“There were so many
angels! An army of angels! There were thousands, no, MILLIONS! It was an
army of angels and they were all in front of Him!” I asked Sam again what Jesus said to him and
he again said, “Be healed.”
When Sam had shared about the angels I knew what he was
talking about. I hadn’t shared with very
many others what he so freely shared with me.
I had been in prayer a couple of years ago at an ARC (Alliance of
Renewal Churches) gathering and I had a vision.
Jesus was standing behind me with His arms around my waist and His head over my shoulder and
along side my face as we stood facing forward.
In front of me was the army of angels facing forward, too. They were lined up, row after row for as far
as I could see. They were in white and
stood strong with broad, straight shoulders.
The air of strength and impenetrable protection overwhelmed me.
I can still remember
the fragrance of Jesus. It was the most
lovely, fresh and clean fragrance. I had
wept after seeing His angels and being embraced by His love like that; to feel
Him and know Him that near. Later, when
I heard the song by Chris Tomlin, “Whom Shall I Fear” (God of Angel Armies) I
knew exactly the truth of it.
One evening, on a different occasion, I was in bed and
praying. I opened my eyes and I saw gold
overhead. It was even lower than the
ceiling of the room. It was all gold,
the most beautiful sparking gold. I knew
I was seeing the underside of heaven and I realized how near to us it is. It’s just right there!
This quote is a quote I received today by Graham Cooke and
it sums this up well.
“Ours is a life of resolute
expectation. God’s goal is that you
would be fully persuaded, secure and unafraid in His steadfast love for you.”
Reminding our son of all the LORD has done to show him who
He is and how He loves him, I pointed out the places in his dream of His protection, comfort,
love, joy, power, sorrow for his suffering and power of His words of
healing. That the Bible matters and the
Word of God is forever and that the words in other books that were there were
words that passed with eternal and lasting value.
I showed him how
family mattered, that he saw a home with our name and we will be together again
and we can have joy for those who get to go to heaven before us. I told him to hold to these things because
Jesus is giving him a strong faith by letting him know Him so well. He readily and knowingly nodded through it all.
Jesus is also letting us know Him through the experiences
that Sam has freely shared. When we
share, it is a giving and a gain for those who receive it. Sam and I hope that
by sharing this, you will know how much Jesus loves you, too, and that Jesus is
worth knowing now and for always.