Just Another Testimony

The man in the robe spun on his left heel, just enough to face us, and I scooted inside the car to the middle of the seat. Bending at his waist, real slow and easy, the man peered through the rain and looked inside the car at me.

My first sight of his gorgeous face caught me off guard. I was filled with a holy feeling of awe. I’d never known holy feelings before, but suddenly I did. I felt speechless, flustered, and right! I felt right about him and honored that he stopped for me. I was touched and moved in an unexplainable deep way. It’s almost impossible to describe feelings you’ve never had, or even heard about before.

But looking at him, a man of such powerful presence and radiant beauty took my breath away. My mind went blank and I couldn’t think of any words to say for a long uncomfortable silence. I just sat there gazing in a moment of quiet acceptance and admiration of him. There was no doubt in my mind that he was HOLY.

He was very tall, yet well muscled and appeared to be around thirty years old. He had a kind, gentle expression on his oval shaped face. His eyes were easy to find for they were locked onto mine. It was like he was seeing inside of me and it made my heart pound. I feared I might faint. But I held his gaze with my eyes as his soft brown eyes searched me gently. I knew he was looking upon me kindly, yet I struggled to be brave enough to look back at him. It was everything I could do to endure the intensity of his eyes and the overwhelming feeling of him looking inside of me. And, I felt instant, gushing love for him.

His long dark hair and white robe billowed and fluttered in the stormy wind and he made the perfect image in my mind of meeting Jesus in real life. I think anyone under similar circumstances would have thought so too.

Finally, I had to look down unable to look at him any longer. I suddenly felt unworthy to be with him. But right then, he smiled at me. A dazzling, perfect teeth smile, so warm and friendly that it made me smile too. It took away my self-doubt enough where I able to ask again, “Brother, do you want a ride?” My voice squeaked at the end and I winced self consciously.

“Yepper, Sister,” he said cheerfully with a thick foreign accent. And in one smooth motion, he was sitting on the seat next to me. He shut the car door and I scooted closer to Josh to make more room for him.

“I don’t know why I called you Brother,” I apologized smiling sheepishly. “I never talk that way.”

“You speak from the heart, Sister. You speak the truth,” he said quietly.