I wonder what it was like to live in Jesus’ day, to witness the splendor of His glory. I’m a little jealous of those who did.
I never got to see the Man who died for my sins or hear Him preach with authority, but I know His amazing grace and power to save. I hear His living Word speak through His written Word.
Ahh, to witness Him speak “Peace, be still” and see angry waves become calm. I wasn’t there but I know His peace.
By faith and grace Jesus redeemed me at the hill called Calvary, but I didn’t see Him hanging on that bloody cross.
Someday I’ll see Him face to face and then I’ll be like Him.
1 John 3:2 Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.
