Here are some random things that have happened between Jesus and I:
One day, I was sitting in the recliner complaining about how lazy I was when Mom came in and told me to do 25 sit-ups and 10 jumping jacks. I got up but hesitated to start because she was standing there staring at me. I did the sit-ups (with the recliner as a foot hold) and did the jumping jacks in the middle of the living room. Mom laughed while she watched, which made me laugh, which made it difficult to do them. When I finished, I walked to the hallway to my room. Suddenly, this random idea popped into my head. Jesus was standing in the hallway in front of me and I stopped because He looked like He was going to say something. Instead, He started doing random jumping jacks with a cheesy smile and it made laugh so hard! I laughed for a good five minutes and Mom looked at me like I was crazy. Jesus smiled and laughed because I was laughing. He did those jumping jacks to make me stop feeling so low and it worked.
In church, we were talking about the book of Revelation and Pastor said something about Jesus' glory. I looked over and saw a book next to Mom that had a picture of Him on it and He had white hair and white robes. I always see Him as a tall Hebrew man with longer, messy dark hair. That whole white hair thing just threw me off for a while until I got home and looked up the Bible text to see if that's what it really said. Sure enough, Revelation 1:12-16:
"As frightened as I was, I turned to see who was talking to me, and I saw seven golden lampstands, and someone like the Son of Man was walking among them. He was wearing a long, white robe down to His ankles and had a golden sash around His waist just below His chest. His hair was white like wool, or even whiter - like snow, and His eyes blazed like flames of fire. His feet glowed like bronze burning in a furnace. When He spoke, His voice sounded like the thundering of a mighty waterfall. In His right hand, He held seven stars. Each time He spoke, a beam of light like a two-edged sword came out of His mouth. His whole face radiated with light as dazzling as the noonday sun."
When I finished reading that, I looked up at Him and said, "So you're going to look your actual age now?"
He laughed.
I read some more: "When I saw this, I fell down as dead. He came close, put His hand on me and said, "Don't be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I was dead but I'm alive, and I will ever die again. All authority is given to Me in Heaven and on Earth. I alone have the keys to death and the grave."
Now every time something comes up about Jesus' glory or how He looks, it makes me think about when I'll finally see Him. Sometimes, it'll be a serious thought, but most of the time, I think of that "I fell down as dead," and imagine myself turning around an just flying back in shock because He's so bright. And then He'll say, "Whoa!" and come over to me to help me up and ask if I'm okay. I'll shake my head because everything's still bright and it's overwhelming. Then He'll put His hands on the sides of my face, cover my eyes with His thumbs, then pull away. When I open them, He looks like He did before: a Hebrew man with longer, messy dark hair and scruffy brown whiskers. He'll still be glowing and all of his outlines are tinged with white light, but now my eyes aren't squinting and He smiles at me.
Of course, I have no idea if that's how it works, but I suppose I'll find out someday.
Man, He's so awesome.