Will You Meet Me Here?
>> Monday, April 13, 2009
The guys always gave me a hard time. They would tease, “Jesus loves John more than anyone.” Peter, the ring-leader, assured me it was all in fun but it still hurt. Jesus is love and they all know it. I do admit I'd rather be at Jesus' side than anywhere else. There's just something about Him. I can't explain it. He constantly reminded us He was going away soon. No one seemed to get it. If they did, they would never would have wanted to leave His side either. It scared me when I tried to think what He could mean. Where was He going? Wherever it was, I wanted to go with Him.
"Will you meet me here?" Jesus asked us to meet together for the Passover Feast. He took off His robe and knelt down beside each of us with a bucket of water. He washed our feet. Peter fought Him but I enjoyed every second. Jesus, My Teacher and Friend, loved me enough to wash my stinking feet. I suppose I should have been embarrassed but I loved His touch and the way He looked at me. He asked us to meet with Him but really, He met with us, right where we were. Glad I went. So glad He showed up.
Jesus asked us to meet Him again; me, my brother James, and Peter. He wanted us to watch and pray. I was getting drowsy so I got up and followed Him. I watched Him sweat actual blood. It was very hard to watch. I wanted to run to Him and lay my head on His knees. I wanted Him to reassure me everything would be okay but I knew it wouldn’t be the truth.
"Will you meet me here?" Jesus asked us to meet together for the Passover Feast. He took off His robe and knelt down beside each of us with a bucket of water. He washed our feet. Peter fought Him but I enjoyed every second. Jesus, My Teacher and Friend, loved me enough to wash my stinking feet. I suppose I should have been embarrassed but I loved His touch and the way He looked at me. He asked us to meet with Him but really, He met with us, right where we were. Glad I went. So glad He showed up.
Jesus asked us to meet Him again; me, my brother James, and Peter. He wanted us to watch and pray. I was getting drowsy so I got up and followed Him. I watched Him sweat actual blood. It was very hard to watch. I wanted to run to Him and lay my head on His knees. I wanted Him to reassure me everything would be okay but I knew it wouldn’t be the truth.
We prayed ourselves right to sleep that night. Jesus heard us before He saw us. Peter was the loudest sleeper ever. We just couldn't stay awake - it must've been the wine. No excuse. Jesus warned us that the "spirit was willing but the body was weak." Jesus needed us that night and we failed Him.
"Oh, God! NO!" They came and took Jesus away. Judas - that traitorous leach! I stood and watched while my friend and teacher was arrested. At least Peter drew his sword. Just one more time – I wanted to feel H
is touch one more time!
I felt Jesus calling me, "Will you meet me here?" We met at the cross. Jesus gave me charge of His dear mother. He knew we would both need each other as His last moments played out. I tried to shield Mary from the awful reality but she wouldn't hear of it. I cried out, “I'm here, Jesus. I met You here like You asked. Jesus. Je-sus! I can't live without You." We all knelt there at His feet - tears of despair and anguish sopping the ground.
I heard Jesus’ call again, "Will you meet Me here?" Peter and I both ran to the tomb. I beat Peter there but was scared to go on in so he pushed me away. "Coward," he said. The tomb was empty. My first thought was what to tell His mother but soon I figured it out -- I could tell her He was alive! Did you hear me? Jesus was alive!
"Oh, God! NO!" They came and took Jesus away. Judas - that traitorous leach! I stood and watched while my friend and teacher was arrested. At least Peter drew his sword. Just one more time – I wanted to feel H
is touch one more time!I felt Jesus calling me, "Will you meet me here?" We met at the cross. Jesus gave me charge of His dear mother. He knew we would both need each other as His last moments played out. I tried to shield Mary from the awful reality but she wouldn't hear of it. I cried out, “I'm here, Jesus. I met You here like You asked. Jesus. Je-sus! I can't live without You." We all knelt there at His feet - tears of despair and anguish sopping the ground.
I heard Jesus’ call again, "Will you meet Me here?" Peter and I both ran to the tomb. I beat Peter there but was scared to go on in so he pushed me away. "Coward," he said. The tomb was empty. My first thought was what to tell His mother but soon I figured it out -- I could tell her He was alive! Did you hear me? Jesus was alive!
We all had that urge to meet together - Jesus drew us together. He whispered into our hearts, "Will you meet me here?" He breathed on us and gave us Someone He called the Holy Spirit.
Jesus stayed with us for forty days and you better believe I didn't leave His side for a second. We understood, all of us this time that He would leave us soon. As the days swept past us, deep in our hearts we all knew our time with Jesus was short.
One day He explained our mission - to spread the Good News to the whole world. I sat close enough that I could feel the movement of the air as He walked back and forth. While we listened to Him teach, Jesus was whisked away. One second He was there beside me – close enough to touch; the next second: vanished. We stood there, staring into the sky. We'd probably still be gawking if two angels hadn't told us to stop it.
Jesus spoke again, "Will you meet Me here?" We all heard it. We were together when we were filled with the Promised Holy Spirit. He met us where we were with tongues of fire. We were now ready to minister in the power of His Spirit.
And now I was called to meet Jesus on this deserted
Jesus says, "Will you meet me here?"
He’s asking to meet you, won’t you worship at his feet? Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing – “Will you meet Him here?” Trust me, nothing in the whole world compares to His voice and His touch.
