Thursday, October 18, 2012




Thoughts for another day

Oct. 18, 2012.

Today's verse: Rev. 1:17. And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead. And he laid his right hand upon me, saying unto me, Fear not; I am the first and the last: (KJV)
(Pls. read the above before you read further. Thanks)

Sometimes when in prayer, many people feel that sudden lifting of spirit beyond the normal realm to that where the Lord and Master, Jesus Christ abides.  I might add, they're lifted to virtually feel and know Him intensely because they have sought Him and they meet Him; for His Word says, And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart; Jer. 29:13.

That moment is one of the most beautiful and intense moments, for suddenly you can feel the glory of God and you realise how great His Majesty is and before that Majesty, you can only cringe and fall on your knees or prostrate yourself, for really, you can feel, how utterly worthless you are before the LORD God, the King of the Universe.  Now, John the apostle who was given the vision of what is to happen and which He faithfully noted down, says that when He saw Jesus, he fell at His feet as though dead!  Remember, this was the same John who walked and talked and ate with Jesus the Man, when He was on earth and I'm sure they would have had long conversations every now and then.  But, see what happens to John when Jesus reveals His glory to Him: He falls down prostrate like he were dead. 

As I said above, when you're lifted into that Godly realm, your spirit within sings with awe and your soul knows, here is the awesome and great One and His beauty is unimaginable and He is standing before you and looking at you.  In that moment, you want to debase yourself so much before Him.  You just want to be emptied of all your false vanity and pride.  And they both vanish.  What remains is only your sorrowing heart, seeking to draw from Him, life and love.  And you feel His gentle touch, re-assuring you and filling you with confidence and hope.

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