When I was about seven years old, a man visited our home. He held his outstretched arms out to me and invited me to talk with him. He was very interesting and knew about many things. I observed he was kind and gentle and I wanted to know him better. In fact, I asked him if I could see him more often.
I thought about him often and talked with him many times, but during my teen years, I drifted away from him. It was not until after I was married that I saw him again. This time he smiled at me and I saw him from a distance. He had long hair and a quizzical expression on his face. He was busy teaching some children. They were asking him questions and one little girl had her hand raised to ask him about something.
I had to leave and could not stay to find out what else he had to say, but I did feel the warmth of his personality and I felt he was a man with a warm heart and a love for people. He had a great interest in the children he was teaching. I wished I could stay and talk to him, but there wasn’t time.
I had learned he was a mild mannered, meek person. He was generous and I felt he would give me anything I would ask for. What I remember most about him were his beautiful eyes. They were dark, searching, and penetrating. I felt I was looking into the eyes of someone very loving and important. I really would have liked to be with him forever.
I cannot remember his voice too well, except it was his voice that helped me understand he was gentle and kind. He was a teacher with uncommon knowledge. He was a man you could respect and trust. When I was in the hospital after surgery, he came to my bedside. I remember he said I was going to get well. The next day the doctor told me I was going to get well in spite of myself.
We visited each other often after I was married, and each time he gave me courage and comfort and assurance that I could do just about anything I wanted to do.
He told me a lot about human nature and how people behaved. He loved everyone, and he wanted people to know that. He always told me to not be afraid, that God would take care of me. He wanted me to be obedient and kind to people. He gave me a love for the truth and for people.
He knew a friend of mine also. She spent much more time with him than I, and, consequently, knew him better than I did. Phyllis and I worked together and we shared what we liked about him and how he affected her life. She felt as I did, that he was a man you could trust and who treated you in a way no one else did. I believe he made the same impact on her life as he did on mine.
He was a man of stature, tall and slim. He had an air of authority about him that said, “I am your friend. You can tell me about all your problems, and I will listen.” His quiet, unassuming manner delighted me. I looked forward to our time together.
He was brilliant and knew about past history, science, and about events that will happen in the future. I was pleased that he took time to answer my questions, especially about how to treat other people. He said, “I have showed you what is good and what the Lord requires. He wants you to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.” I coveted his wisdom. I wanted to be like him.
He taught me about truth and how to be free. He showed me how to control my temper and how to be patient. Of course, I wanted to be able to do what he taught me because I wanted to be like him. He changed my life and gives me the desires of my heart.
There are many times I think about him and need to converse with him. He is the one perfect person who befriended me and has imprinted his personality on my life. Yes, this man is the one I adore and admire and who teaches me about life. He has even promised me that I will one day be with him in heaven eternally.
I do not have to tell you this man’s name, nor from where he came. He is the one with authority, truth and life, and he is the one who fulfilled the law. He is the one who accepts me just as I am.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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