I wrote this a few days after 9/11/01 reflecting a couple of visions I had that week:
THE FACE OF JESUS
Friday, I Saw the face of Jesus,
While I was listening to the special service at National Cathedral;
and tears were flowing down his cheeks.
Sunday, I saw the face of Jesus,
While I was worshipping at church; and tears were flowing down his cheeks, while thousands were filing past him in sorrow–those who died in the acts of terror–
and they did not recognize him.
Then I saw the terrorists, they were celebrating while they walked together, until they saw Jesus, then there was terror in the eyes of the terrorists–they fell on their knees–some on their faces, raising their arms and pleading.
Then I saw the face of Jesus, and he was shaking his head in disappointment,
and they were gone.
Later during the service, I saw the face of Jesus again,
And he was smiling–as hundreds of people came before him–men, women, and children–and he hugged them, and he kissed them, and welcomed them. They were celebrating,
Then I saw the Face of Jesus once more,
and he was laughing and celebrating with them.