Eye Witness


Have you ever tried to convey to someone how you felt when you saw something, but words were so inadequate? I remember trying to describe my first impression of Haiti when I stepped off the plane at 17 years of age. The sights, the smells, the poverty, the smiles, the thousand voices talking at once in a language we couldn’t understand. Regardless of my descriptions, my words fell short. You just had to experience it all to obtain a complete picture.

The office I worked for had a temporary service send over a man to fill in once. In talking with him, we somehow got on the subject of countries we’d visited. He mentioned he had traveled to Haiti once by plane and the look in his eyes as he attempted to tell me what he saw and sensed. I laughed as he wrinkled up his nose because I knew. I had experienced it too.

This morning as I read 2 Peter 1 and heard Peter try to put into words what he witnessed, I thought, “My God, he actually heard you speak!” Can you imagine? The audible voice of Almighty God. Read his account in verses 16-21 (ERV):

16. We told you about the power of our Lord Jesus Christ. We told you about his coming. The things we told you were not just clever stories that people invented. No, we saw the greatness of Jesus with our own eyes. 17 Jesus heard the voice of the great and glorious God. That was when he received honor and glory from God the Father. The voice said, “This is my Son, the one I love. I am very pleased with him.” 18 And we heard that voice. It came from heaven while we were with Jesus on the holy mountain.

Only the ones who accompanied him could truly relate to what they saw and heard because they experienced it. Just as we who are believers understand the grace that only He can give. Why? Because we’ve experienced it. Undeserved, unearned favor that we never had to do a thing for except receive it. It’s mind boggling, right? We didn’t have to toil or struggle, sacrifice our own son or daughter, go before the priest with an offering, we just had to say yes.

Father, I wish I had been there that day on the mountain to hear your audible voice, but I thank you that I have the voice of the Holy Spirit in me, leading me, guiding me into all truth, giving me access to your secret treasures. What an honor to be yours. You call me daughter, because I am. I’m not a stranger to you, I’m yours. Today, may I be filled with your love and the knowledge of your grace. May I be your eyewitness, telling others through my actions, the wonder of you. It’s in Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.

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