The Power Of The Cross
Stories
Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
"This is the covenant that I will make with them after those days, says the Lord: I will put my laws in their hearts, and I will write them on their minds," he also adds, "I will remember their sins and their lawless deeds no more." (vv. 16-17)
As a young wife and mother and teacher, I was striving to be perfect. Every morning I would start the day with the goal of perfection. I would be the perfect wife, mother, teacher, friend. I went to bed each night as a failure. I was exhausted and, I suspect, I was on the verge of depression. Then, one Sunday morning as I entered my pew at North Presbyterian Church in Milwaukee, my whole life changed. For a brief moment, I was on the cross, hanging in front of the sanctuary.
To this day, thirty years later, I can't explain it. I don't remember any words. It was simply presence, Spirit. I knew how deeply I was loved and cared for. I didn't have to be perfect. I didn't have to prove my worthiness. The feeling of freedom was overwhelming. I don't know why I was blessed in such a way. I am forever thankful. I feel certain it saved my life.
For years I never shared this with anyone, but it was always with me. It changed the way I relate to others. Now every time I tell this story, or write about it, I am amazed at the power of the experience. It has sustained me all of these years and made my life a real joy and blessing, and yet it was so simple.
As a young wife and mother and teacher, I was striving to be perfect. Every morning I would start the day with the goal of perfection. I would be the perfect wife, mother, teacher, friend. I went to bed each night as a failure. I was exhausted and, I suspect, I was on the verge of depression. Then, one Sunday morning as I entered my pew at North Presbyterian Church in Milwaukee, my whole life changed. For a brief moment, I was on the cross, hanging in front of the sanctuary.
To this day, thirty years later, I can't explain it. I don't remember any words. It was simply presence, Spirit. I knew how deeply I was loved and cared for. I didn't have to be perfect. I didn't have to prove my worthiness. The feeling of freedom was overwhelming. I don't know why I was blessed in such a way. I am forever thankful. I feel certain it saved my life.
For years I never shared this with anyone, but it was always with me. It changed the way I relate to others. Now every time I tell this story, or write about it, I am amazed at the power of the experience. It has sustained me all of these years and made my life a real joy and blessing, and yet it was so simple.
