Jesus Came Into My Room Today!
“The lamp of the body is the eye; if therefore your eye is clear, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness,”
Jesus came into my room today. “Now, what’s the matter,” he said.
I looked at Him, surprised! He looked back at me, sat down, opened His bag, and began to rummage around in it. Peering into my eyes, he murmured, then placing His hand on my heart He sighed. When He looked into my ears, I couldn’t hear a thing.
“What,” I said.
“I didn’t say anything,” replied Jesus.
“What,” I repeated.
But Jesus had moved back to His bag again.
“I am not very well.”
“I know that,” said Jesus. “That’s why I am here.”
Meeting with Jesus
I was more than a little perplexed by His presence. After all, it’s not everyday that the Son of God walks into your room! Yet how did He know that I was feeling down? I hadn’t spoken to Him for weeks, and lately I had only read His book on brief occasions. I turned away from my thoughts, maybe I was daydreaming?
I shook my head and looked around the room again, expecting that my vision of Jesus would have disappeared, and I could just put it down to a figment of my imagination. I swung my legs off the bed and started to stand up. A soft, calm voice, told to sit down. It was Jesus. He was standing in front of me!
“Hello again … I thought I was dreaming … or something.”
“You’re not dreaming,” He replied. His words somehow filled my heart with peace.
I wriggled my finger in my ear. I could hear music. His voice was clear enough, but I could also hear singing, or was it ringing in my ears? No, it was definitely singing. Perhaps, I thought, the radio was on downstairs. Yes, that was it, no problem. I’ll go and turn it off.
His hand was on my shoulder as I tried to rise. “Never mind,” he said. “I think it’s your eyes.”
I looked at Him, “What!” He leaned closer to me. “What’s wrong with my eyes?” I said.
“You can’t see,” Jesus replied, in a doctor-like manner. “They are clouded, perhaps I should change them.”
“What!” I exclaimed.
“Don’t worry,” He said, smiling. “It will be the best for you in the long run. It won’t hurt!”
Jesus took something out of his bag. He kept his hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t get up. Believe me, I was trying, in fact I was struggling. In fact I had never tried so much to get away from someone.
His grip was powerful, yet gentle. I couldn’t move. In my heart I knew that I didn’t really want to get away. Jesus came nearer. He was about two inches away from my face. He was right, I couldn’t see. His face had become a blur. His hand passed over my eyes, and suddenly I could see clearly, nothing was blurred anymore. I looked for Jesus. He was gone.
There was a note left on the table, it simply said. Just to let you know that I have also healed your heart, your mind, and your ears ( I remember you said something about not being able to hear me). Oh, and just as an afterthought, I also noticed that you had been having some pain in your big toe, so I’ve healed that as well. If you have any further problems please remember to give me a call, and don’t wait so long next time, Yours Jesus.
Keep in Touch
I wriggled my toe, the pain was gone. I felt sorry that I had never said thank you, He had gone before I could thank Him. Never mind, I can tell Him now. I knelt down beside my bed, on my new big toe, and looked at my hands with my new eyes. Closing them, I listened for Jesus and heard Him. “Thank you,” I said, and with open ears I heard Him say, “That’s okay, keep in touch!”