If I had a 5-minute talk with Jesus (I’d really tell him)

I can imagine a meeting between me and Jesus and during that meeting I had exactly 5 minutes to speak to Him one on one.

It would probably go something like this:

Me:  Jesus, it is so good to see you.

Jesus:  Speak

And then right there is when everything would come to a head.  I know at this very moment, no matter what I said, I’d sound like a complete and total idiot.  Truthfully, I’d be speechless.

Me:  I, I…I….I…..Jesus…

Jesus:  You wanted your chance to talk so speak your mind. Out with it, boy.

Me:  It’s just…I mean…I wanted to let you know….

Once again, I’d be awe-stricken with His presence.  This is another way of saying, I would have no real idea of what to say.  At this point, I’d really like to listen.

Jesus:  During all these years, you wanted to speak when you should have been listening.  Why do you want to listen now?

Me:  Because having come face to face with you, I realize how little, how small I really am.

Jesus:  He laughs:  Most say the same thing once I meet them.  At any rate, our five minutes is up.  I enjoyed our conversation.

Me:  Jesus:  (I shout)  I love you Jesus.

Jesus:  And I love you too.

And so it seems all I had to say amounted to nothing.  Whether I had 5 minutes or 5 hours, the presence of Jesus is humbling.  In those encounters, we learn that it is Him and not us that matters and if anyone should be talking, it is HIM.

 

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