Friday, January 15, 2021

Sometimes He Comes To Me

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By John Miltenberger


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In the darkest of nights, in the most seemingly dire circumstances, sometimes He comes to me. Alone in the strange hospital room, wired up with IV’s, hooked up to blood pressure cuffs, hurting from all the traumatic, abortive attempts to start lines into veins that roll, dodging the needles, bruised from the wounds and scared at the overshadowing prognosis, He comes to me. And when He comes, everything is made right, and nothing broken remains unfixed, even though outwardly there is no visible change – when He comes, everything changes and nothing is the same.

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He came to me last year, as I lay in a strange hospital, miles from my home town. Strange, tormented sounds echoed down the dark, empty hallways outside my room, but even listening to the screams of some tormented person down the hall, and the clicks and pumping sounds of all the computers monitoring my welfare, function by function, He came to me there, and comforted me in the dark room. And when He came, there was for awhile, no darkness, no fear, no overwhelming loneliness, just Him and His peace, and His presence filled the room from top to bottom, from corner to corner, and all was right with the world. He comes like that sometimes, and I am only fully alive in His presence.

I thought back on His visit to me that night, and I longed for Him to visit again. I cannot compel Him to come no matter how hard I try; it is entirely up to Him. I looked back to that time, last year, and thought perhaps it was a singular event, perhaps brought on by the music I had been listening to, or perhaps one of the pain killers in my bloodstream had softened my difficult exterior in some way. Perhaps I was just lonely and scared enough to merit a visit. I had never been sure what brought about His presence other than His decision to do so.

But then a few days ago, I was again lying in a strange hospital bed, far away from the familiarity of my own surroundings, and I was “wired up” to the machines and computers that reported on my vitals to nurses I could not see. The room was dark in the middle of the night, but this time, the hall outside my room was silent. I was very alone, and fighting the incessant fear that kept whispering that my life was forever changed for the worse…and He came to me again.

Might sound a bit over the edge to some, but I assure you that sometimes He comes to me. How do I know? The very atmosphere changes, and I can feel my heart soften. I begin to praise Him, not because I know I should, not even because He is worthy of it; I praise Him because I cannot keep from praising Him. Tears, unusual for me, begin to well up in my eyes, and a deep joy quietly comes to view in my soul…and time has no meaning and things of earth, so important before, suddenly just simply don’t matter at all. He comes to me like that, and I feel alive for the first time since the last time He came to me. This is the Jesus I know.

He decides when to come, and I can’t compel Him to do so – He is never at my command, but He comes to simply show me He loves me, and is thinking about me. I am not alone in the darkness of my circumstances; I am with Him, and the prognosis of educated men have no value in His presence.

This morning, fresh from my release from the hospital, still in some shock, like one blindfolded and beat up by an unseen crowd, I awoke in my own bed, and a song I have on a playlist somewhere was floating in my head. Several times today I thought of the song, but paid it no mind…I was busy, you know. But then as I watched my wife fix supper, I couldn’t deny it any longer, and I put on the playlist…and when the song that had been in my head all day began to play, the atmosphere in my living room changed, tears began to well up in my eyes, and praises I could not stop began to pour out to Him, straight from my heart.

Sometimes, He comes to me, and I am only alive in His presence. I sincerely hope He sometimes comes to you.

That’s the Jesus I know….


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