A few years ago, I had one those experiences that most of us Christians dream about.
It was a normal winter morning. I was up early, praying a little, interceding a little, and reading my bible. But unlike the many mornings before this one, there seemed to be an expectation in the air. I didn’t know what it was, but it felt awesome.
I stopped praying and just waited on the Lord. His presence covered me like a soft comforter. Time stood still as eternity entered my room. It was glorious.
As I sat there, I knew the Lord was about to walk into the room and reveal Himself to me. My heart thumped in my chest. I held my breath.
So, what did I do next?
Did I think up a list of questions to ask Him? Did I bow down and assume a holy, worshipful position? No, not at all.
I pulled a blanket over my head and wept, and through my tears, I said, “Jesus, don’t come in. Please, don’t come in. I have too much sin in my life.”
Would I like to have another chance? Maybe I have less sin, right? I’ve thought about this often, but even if my sin level is down ninety-nine percent from that morning, I would still have sin in my life.
And Jesus is holy. And His holiness is deadly.
Larry Who 