The second time I saw The LORD Jesus Christ

Its good to start at the beginning. But, where is the beginning? It's been a long and painful process to get where I am. Like Moses, Abraham, Peter and so many much, much greater men than I am, I have stumbled my way to where I am.

That sounds like I did this myself. Nope. I did the stumbling. God did the picking up, dusting down and putting back onto my feet.

But the blog site title: Seen The LORD. Yes, it's true, I've seen The LORD Jesus Christ. And I'm not the only one. But back to my tale.

When I was converted back in 1982 The LORD gave me certain of His gifts. These are often called charismatic gifts, but to me they are just how He made me and how I am. I speak/pray in tongues, I feel His Spirit, I see His Spirit, I open The Bible and he speaks directly with an interpretation, I know how He feels on certain issues such as Russia and the UK.

However, once, just once, I saw The LORD with my own eyes. I was on holiday with my wife in the Scottish Highlands, staying in a somewhat unexpectedly shoddy wee hotel for a few days. The dead flies on the windowledges where we ate our breakfast were grim, the rooms were poorly and cheaply furnished, the shower was problematic - you get my drift, it needed a few hundred thousand pounds spent on it. And soon.

Things were very strange in the hotel. There was a feeling of the presence of the enemy at times. It felt more like a video game where things were hiding than a happy, clean hotel. My wife and I were finding things affecting us strangely as we went to bed one night.

I awoke tingling all over. Tingling is too small a word. Aflame. The room was utterly black, but it wasn't empty. Two demons stood by the bed. A tall, thin one stood directly to my left, about one foot away, and a short dwarfish one stood at the foot of the bed.

You ask: how did I see this in a black room? Some things you see 'in the spirit'. I knew they were there as really as if two men with shotguns had appeared in my room. The one to my left was staring directly at me and the one at the foot of the bed was smirking.

I was rigid with power and apprehension. Immediately I went into prayer, silently, asking for The LORD's help and protection. This went on for some time, perhaps ten minutes. Then they both moved to the bottom of my bed and went into my suitcase and took something out. Something that should not have been in there. Something that I had that I shouldn't have had.

My friends, this is the secret. Sin opens the door to the enemy. He went straight to my suitcase and took out the sign of my recent sin. The sin wasn't important, nor did it negate my membership of God's house. But the sin was a crack to let the enemy in.

Then I, in the spirit, arose from my bed and went afetr the two demons. The dwarfish one I imprisoned and the tall one I chased. I caught up with him and took the item back.

At this the room utterly cleared, the darkness withdrew, and I was alone. Again, my friend, sin must be retrieved and owned up to. This was my sin, and I had to face up to it. It was in my hand, in the spirit, and the enemy, having no power over me, fled.

As I lay in bed, sweating and shaking a bit, an image began to form at the foot of my bed. I was drawn to it and kept looking at what this was. Slowly a profile began to appear. A well-chiselled face, with a classic mid-length beard. this face was facing to my left and was talking with someone.

It was like watching a video clip. I watched for perhaps only ten seconds as the image formed - or rather as I began to perceive the image. At last the image was so clear that I suddenly realised just who was talking. It was The LORD Jesus Christ himself.

I was watching what seemed to be a live feed direct from heaven. He was talking with someone and a portal had opened to let me see Him at work in His father's house.

But, as the realisation of who it was dawned, I suddenly became totally overcome by a feeling of dirt, uncleanness and dread. I felt like a child caught stealing by a shopkeeper, or breaking his father's tools, or stealing from his mother's purse. I was looking at The LORD of all creation, purity itself, and here was I, in the spirit, holding the sinful object that I had placed in my suitcase.

I had retrieved the object, but his purity made it all too clear that I was utterly sinful and filthy in the sight of Almighty God. I looked away, fearing that He might turn sideways and look at me. For I knew His look would utterly pierce and break me. I knew He knew what I had done.

In His mercy he kept on talking as I watched. Once I turned away and then looked back, He was gone. It was just me and my wife in a rather grotty hotel room.

In the morning I told her. She knew in her spirit immediately what the demons had come for. Our sins are not even hidden from ourselves. We both resolved to not walk in these old ways any more, but to walk more in His light.

That is the only time I have been priveleged to see His face. He looks remarkably as people 'imagine' Him to look. This may annoy some in our PC world, but he was strong-jawed, with strong cheekbones, white, with blonde uncut hair and a medium length beard. he was wearing a simple middle-eastern tunic (but I could only see him from the shoulder/collar area up.)

You may think I am mad. I have three degrees, teach computer science and love my wife and family. I go to a fairly ordinary church and meet with lovely and fellow-struggling Christians there.

But, for those who are not Christians, who do not believe what we believe, I can only say: I have seen The LORD as surely as I have seen Scotland, Japan, Canada, Sir Bob Geldof, Sir Norman Foster, etc.

Jesus Christ is alive and working today.