Tag: Looking Someone Directly in the Eyes

I just got done reading a comment that I wrote a little bit earlier this week, and what I wrote has always been something I’ve put a lot of stock into.

Here was the specific Question that got me started.
even though this questions doesn’t seem to have anything to do with my thought at all.
“Could you be satisfied with heaven, if Christ was not there?”

Here is what I thought of…
“I think for me its more often that I would just simply like to be able to look Jesus directly in the eyes. Knowing the power He has, holds the weight of that request.”

I’m not really one to sit around and talk about my beliefs, and if you know me or have met me you may have realized this. All that to say this is one of the things I think about when I think about Heaven. After it’s all said and done the one thing I know we’ll all have to do is look Him strait in the eye and say something.

I think that a lot of people like prayer because we feel we can talk to God, but if you actually had the chance to look into His eyes what would you do?

Sometimes I get caught up in the third person and think about it from a none believers stand point and I think I sound a little crazy to saying these things. Let me create a little story for what I’m thinking. if you’re a slow reader this could get long…

Imagine there’s a long line of people and you’re standing right in the middle. You’re not sure why you are there. You are not really sure what everyone is lined up for, but you just can’t bring yourself to get out of the line.

An hour goes by and finally the line starts to pass along a little info about what’s going on up in the front. Of course the first thought that goes through your mind is that telephone game where all the words get messed up and by the time you hear it your mom has grown antlers so big she can’t hold her head up strait. Finally you get a glimpse of what’s going on and you hear that there is a Man at the front of the line that is supposedly the Son God and potentially has the power to open your soul and put it on the table. “ok…?”

An hour goes by and another story rips through the line about a person who looked this man directly in the eyes, and it was as if a huge wind came through and took his ashes away with the wind. “What does that even mean”, you think.

It’s been hours since you’ve even heard a peep out of people and the weight of this line has started to become real. The idea that what they are saying has really started to become a weight and it’s even beginning to worry you a little. “No, I’m not so sure about this line and everything people have said, but now I have to see what’s real and what’s fake.”

Finally there you are, close enough to be face to face, but the reality of truth has you gripping your stair strait down. Yet compelled to look up, you realized there’s no time limit here and eventually you will look up.

I always see myself in this line, standing and waiting until it’s my turn to look down at the ground. The only thing that compels me to look up is that I know that the only part of me that will not be blown away is the part that He’s put inside of me.

I hope this made sense, I have tendency to say things only I understand.