Hurry! Make haste!
Dust the mats! Sweep the floor!
Put on the kettle on for tea!
The Golden Man is coming!
Did you not see Him walking down the road?
Flowers sprung into blossom as He passed by,
And all darkness fled before His face.
And I knew.
I knew He was coming here,
To this place.
I had only time to arrange the chairs, and put on a good shirt, and there He was.
We sat together, He and I.
He did not speak with words. He did not need to. One glance into His eyes, into His shining countenance which was like deep well of golden light, and I knew all things.
I found myself stammering and babbling like a child, but He did not seem to mind. I wept, and knelt at His feet, and touched them. It did not feel strange to me. It felt like home.
There were deep scars, but they were pink, like roses, and beautiful, like new life. And The Golden Man, Jesus, laid His hand on my head. I wad broken, re-made all in an instant.
Then He was gone. Yet His peace still lingers. But He is coming your way! Be ready! You can see Him from a long, long way. A great host of swallows, and butterflies is following Him.
And music! Yes.
The whole earth had broken into song.
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Did He come? Did you speak to Him?
I feel sure He will visit you soon. Listen for the quiet knock on your door. Leave your front gate open.
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It's all coming back to me now. I was in a state of shock there for a while. Blundering blindly into bliss, you might say. Ha ha!
But it was Him, alright.
The same Jesus I met when I was a young man, except even more glorious.
But I had forgotten His face. I had forgotten what His Presence felt like. I had forgotten that He is holy.
Seriously though, Stoltzfus, I was expecting the Grim Reaper. I have not been feeling very permanent lately. Stomach problems. Fatigue. I was scared.
But instead, here comes the Golden Man, strolling into our driveway. When He touched me, I was healed of many things.
I mean, I think so. He certainly has the power. It's just that now, death and sickness don't really matter. Being with Him is what matters.
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Sorry, Brian, I know I'm babbling, but there's more to it.
I had let the world beat me down until I lost hope. I was ashamed of Christ.
Not because He is not true, but because I was not true. I listened to the song of the world, and believed that I was useless. I once set out to change the world, to make it a better place, but the world had fangs. It had destroyed me.
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Sorry to keep rambling on, but here's the thing, Stoltzfus: He did speak, came to think of it. You may think I am crazy, insane; but if so, then I much prefer this insanity to the cold logic of the world.
But as I knelt, and touched His feet, He said,
"Satan has desired to sift thee like wheat, but I prayed for thee..."
That really got to me! Sift me? The evil one had kicked my ass up and down the block! But He prayed for me? The very Son of God prayed for me?!
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But He was really here! Just come over some time and sit in that chair, and we can have coffee, or beer. He was sitting in that lawn chair you sold me, the one with the yellow cushion. You can still feel Him if you sit there. Peace from the Golden Man.
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What, Brian?
No, He wasn't really golden, like the statue of the Golden Logger on the capitol building. That is just the impression left on the mind. You know how scientists say that you don't really see things as they are, but you only see the various light waves reflecting off of them?
So then you say that the grass is green and sky is blue. I guess that's how it works with Him. The writers of the bible were always using words like golden, crystal, adamant. Now I see why.
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Yes. Of course everyone is saying I'm crazy. I've gone off of the deep end. Well, they are mistaken. The only time I have ever been of sound mind is when I walked with Jesus.
And I'm not afraid of them anymore. He took away my fear. I want to sit at His feet again, soon.
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I respect your opinion, of course Stolzfus, but the Truth is the Truth. I'm through with denying Him. I still suggest that you leave your gate open in case He knocks on your door.
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Well, I had also forgotten the message that God gave me to sing in my youth. Jesus Christ is coming back! He will judge all things in righteousness. Just keep this in mind, Brian:
If the love of God is so deep and powerful, and amazing, what must His wrath be like?
Anyway, He's the only reason I'm writing you. I haven't written in months. Come to think of it, Stoltzfus, the only reason I ever did anything creative was because of Jesus Christ.
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If you really think I'm insane, why do you keep writing back to me? Not that I mind. Yes. I waited for Him every day for a week, but did not see Him, until I was driving to town. He was walking along the highway. A rainbow halo followed Him.
I could not believe that the Golden Man, Christ, the Son of God would condescend to ride in my dirty old Jeep. But He did. I was afraid to look at Him; but for the first time in years, I actually enjoyed driving!
Yes. I didn't care how many cars were rudely tailgating me. I didn't care that I was out of place in this world. I sat up a little straighter in the Jeep seat.
He was with me.
He had always been with me.
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