Chasing Hats

I Have Seen Him!

, September 11, 2002

On the mount, on the mount – I have seen Him!

Him, to whom there is no equal! I have seen Him!

I dared not utter a word. Not a sound would I mutter from the lips turned white with the sheer terror of the sight of the Living God.

No one else saw Him in this way, save myself. I alone witnessed His power, His majesty – His sheer terror. Mankind – this foul creature – sees Him only as a teacher, a philosopher, possibly even a philanthropist. But His teachings speak of the torment of a being separate from God, and how this wretched being called Man could assail his very own inner treacheries with the mere focus on and repentance to a God who is wholly and completely good. And it was myself alone who witnessed His terror! I believe I will never recover from the fright.

As He stood, teaching the masses, fire shot forth from His eyelids as if they were themselves furnaces, hot with the kindling of a thousand shards of coal! The torrent of the flames would have moved whole forests toward rubble in the aftermath. As He waved His hands to and fro to speak with the crowd, lightning as white as the snow atop the highest mountain – yet ten thousand times the ferocity of the sun’s light on a cloudless day – shot forth, completely unhindered by earthly or heavenly boundaries. Each bolt shot forth toward the heavens where Yahweh Himself greeted and approved of them. I stood transfixed as if I were dead. I might as well have been dead, for I could not breathe nor could I move a hair’s breadth from my position on the unworthy ground on which I stood.

As He spoke, it was as if claps of thunder assaulted the very earth on which I stood – an earth I knew from that moment forth no other hand, save His own, could have created. I felt at any moment I might fall flat upon my face and cower in pain that would never leave me. It was at that moment He looked at me. Those eyes – those eyes from which only moments before had pierced the very sky with their electric bolts of fire – penetrated my mind in a way I will never understand. Without so much as a letter’s deviation from His teachings, He told me: “Peace; be still. I have known and know you now, my son. My grace is sufficient for you.” I knew at that moment, should the very mountaintops crumble at my feet, I would be safe. He knew me! This man, this God, this omnipotent force knew me! Vile and undeserving as I am, He had a thought for me! The notion reinvigorated me, and I stood there to behold the power of the Living God!

I have seen Him! On the mountain I have seen Him! The Living God, Jesus Christ is His name! Emmanuel, God with us!

Let those who have ears to hear and eyes to see proclaim His majesty and worth!

By day, Carey works his nice little job at his nice little dotcom. While he’s happy he’s not mourning the loss of his Ikea furniture on the unemployment line somewhere, he does find that this doesn’t seem to meet all his needs. So, he writes for places that will let him in the front door (like Chasing Hats) and for his own, personal labor of love, Speakeasy.