Published: Sat Dec 22 11:32:42 EST 2001
Notes: A vision
A few years ago while I was deep in prayer at the altar I saw myself standing
at the foot of the Lord's cross. All was dark around except for a warm
beam of light that illuminated the foot of the cross where I stood.
I remember feeling very weary and I put my hand out to steady myself on
the base-beam of the cross. As I did this it registered that the cross
had large splinters jutting out of it given the rough way these devices of
death were made.
As I put my hand on the cross I felt a sharp pain in my hand which would
have been a large splinter - it felt as if it went deep into me as I felt
the chill of my body readying me for the pain I was about to feel from its
But as quickly as I felt the initial sting of pain, or at least the
prelude to it, the pain stopped - I took my hand away from the cross and
looked at the blood now flowing over my hand. As I looked closer I noticed
there was no wound from the splinter.
It was then I realised that the blood that flowed was not mine - it came
from the cross where my Beautiful Saviour was. Tears welled in my eyes from
"the gift" He had given me.
The warm feeling this image/vision gave me is still with me to this very day.