Guest/Interviewee (21:25)
Yeah, you know, very spiritual decision. I'm also in the middle of this kind of tumult with my faith at this point as well. So I put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me and leaned back and leaned forward for no real particular reason one more time, just to look back down. And for the very first time in my life, I saw Jesus standing there. He was in the space between the stage and the chairs, and he was just pacing back and forth in that space. And he was pacing in such a way that his gaze was remaining fixed at a point somewhere at the back of the room. He would turn his head so that he could keep looking at that spot. And so I followed his line of sight to the place that he was looking. And I saw this girl, you know, 14, 15 years old. And there was this divider between where the stadium seating started and the rest of the chairs were. And she was leaning down with her head kind of rested against this divider. And immediately, the second I saw her, I knew that that's who Jesus was looking at. And I heard a voice in the back of my mind say, he sees no one but her. And the way that he was walking, it had this. This purposefulness, this intensity, this. This. It wasn't anxious, it wasn't nervous, but there was just this. This purposefulness to the way that he was walking. And it was so strong that it felt like all my other senses were almost shutting down or growing dull just so that more attention could be dedicated to watching the way that he was walking. And so it was distantly that I heard the preacher begin to invite people up to the front to receive Jesus if they hadn't before. But as soon as I heard that, my eyes immediately snapped back to the girl and I saw her. Just for the briefest moment, she was Laying there with her head against the divider. And then she just peeked up. And the second that she peeked up, I saw him move. But it didn't take him any time to get there. Jesus was pacing at the front, and then he was standing right there in front of her. And again, I'm just feeling the weight of the moment. My attention is being just drawn more deeply, being almost magnetically pulled towards. Towards this. And she had slumped her head back down in those intervening moments. And so one more time, as he was standing in front of her, she just raised her eyes for just the briefest moment. And as she raised her eyes the second time, I saw these chains appear all around her. They were covering her from the top of her neck to the bottom of her ankles. And they went off in four long strands. And at the end of each was a. Was a demon. And they pulled and twisted the chains in such a way that caused her to slump her head back down and rest it on this divider. But that didn't really matter because Jesus leaned forward and he kissed her on the forehead. And the moment that he kissed her on the forehead, every single link in the chain exploded like firecrackers. Just every single one of them. And the demons flew back from the loss of tension. And as the last link in the chain, there was this bright flash of white light. So bright that it completely blinded me. I couldn't see anything. And after a few moments, my vision faded back in. But when it did, I couldn't see the stadium. I couldn't see the chairs. I looked down and I couldn't even see my own body. I couldn't see myself. All I could see was Jesus and the girl. And he was standing there with his arms open wide. And, you know, before, she'd just been wearing some normal clothes. But in that moment, and, you know, it's something of a Christian cliche, but she was wearing these robes that were whiter than white. The whitest thing I've ever seen before or since. And she leans forward and she hugs Jesus around the waist. And as soon as she does, I feel this sense of heaviness from above me. And so I look up and I see this hand coming down, and it's big. Each finger is about as big around as a baseball bat. And it's coming down, index finger extended. And it touches me on the forehead. And as soon as it does, all of reality suddenly snaps back into place. The stadium chairs. Everything just pops into existence. I find myself standing. I'm not entirely sure when that happened, but the snap back to reality is so sudden that I kind of stumble backwards and fall into my chair. And I'm sitting there feeling overwhelmed and kind of get. Get my wits about me just in time to sit up to see the girl running up to the front to receive Jesus, even though she already had. Now, that was obviously a very impactful thing to see, and I felt very shook by it in the moment. But what really changed me and changed the way that I was understanding these things that I saw in the Spirit is what happened right afterwards. I was sitting there and I was again feeling like a truck had run over me. You know, just like feeling. Feeling just shaky and processing, almost feeling like the heat of having seen that radiate off of me. And all of a sudden, everyone around me stands up and starts walking, and I'm like, oh, I guess it ended at some point. And so I get up and I start walking. And I'm pretty good at getting lost in my own neighborhood in broad daylight, so I'm not entirely confident in my ability to make it to the correct tent that our group staying in. And so I, you know, 3,000 kids leaving this thing all at once. And I look and I see one of the girls from my youth group and kind of fix my gaze on her and think if I. As long as I keep my eyes on her, I'm not going to get too terribly lost in this situation. So, still feeling shaky, little unbalanced. I'm walking and have my eyes fixed on this girl. Now, this is a girl from my youth group. I know her, but we weren't super close friends or anything. But as I have my gaze fixed on her, I see everything there is to know about her life. I see every moment of joy, every moment of peace, every moment of fear, and every moment of pain. They flash through my mind. Pop, pop, pop, pop. One right after the other. Not just as it. Not just like a slideshow, but as if they were memories that I had had. As if they were memories about someone who I cared about very much. A sibling or a dear friend. And I saw all these things. And then I saw her entire future. I saw every decision that she could possibly make. I saw all the decisions that she would actually make. I saw the perfect, beautiful path that the Lord had laid before her. And I saw which parts of that she would choose and which parts of that she would not choose. And all of this, everything about her past, everything about her future just swirled and congealed together into this overwhelming feeling of love. This feeling of love that was so massive. It was like an idea. It was like a sensation that was too big for my mind to hold. It felt like trying to grip a ball that's five sizes too big. You can kind of almost get it, but not quite. And it just got bigger and bigger and bigger until it was painful to look at her. So I had to turn away and look in a different direction. And next to me was another person. A person I never met before. But as I looked at them, I saw everything there was to know about their life. I saw every decision they'd ever made, every decision they would make. I saw all of it. And it all again, swirled and congealed together into this overwhelming feeling of love that again, became so overwhelming that it began to feel painful. So again I turned and looked away. But as I mentioned, I'm in a very large crowd. And so I would look and see this person and saw everything there was to know about their life, saw this person, saw everything that there was to know about their life. And I'm ping ponging from person to person, unable to slow that down, unable to control it. The rate at which it's getting to the point that it's overwhelming, happening faster and faster and faster. It's like my eyes are magnets that keep sucking from person to person to person. And again, I describe this as a feeling, but it felt like more than that. It didn't make me want anything from the person, but it demanded to be expressed to them. I wanted to hug them, I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to pick them up the air and spin them around. I wanted to give them words of encouragement. I wanted to grab them and scream in their face how much God loved them. But anytime I thought of anything to do, it was so painfully and woefully inadequate in comparison to that love that it felt almost insulting to do something so small in the face of something so big. And so I finally got a bright idea and looked straight at the ground. And so I'm shuffling through this crowd of 3,000 people staring at my shoes when I kid you not, someone's foot kicks out in front of me and I see everything there is to know about their life. I see every decision they've ever made. I see every decision they will make. I see the fullness of their potential and how far they're going to make it along that line of potential. But again, I fall completely and totally in love with this person before I even see their face. And, you know, somehow I found my way back to our campsite and just fell down face first to my pillow. And then thank goodness, when I woke up the next day, whatever that was was gone. Because I honestly don't know how I would be able to function if I hadn't. But that experience was the first of many that really, the way I like to describe it, I guess, is it set the compass for how I am to navigate these things that I'm seeing. You know, I can talk now out of the retrospect of numerous experience and talk about how important it is to only try to understand these things within the context of who God is, to not try to just spiritually discern this or that. That's what, you know, witches and people like that do, but to know instead try to understand it by God's perspective, how he sees it, how he wants us to understand it. And you know, as it says in Scripture, one of the most sublime and true pictures of his nature is love. And I experienced just a snapshot of it that day, just a small piece of it. And that was the interpretive compass that I needed to try to make sense of these things that I saw. And at least for me, that and experiences that I had afterwards became the answer to my atheistic conundrum, which was really what it came down to. It is I didn't really care if what I was seeing was right or a construction of my mind. If it served that kind of goodness, that kind of love, then it couldn't be just something that I manufactured. It couldn't just be something else. This is something that is worth serving. And even if I might feel uncertain about this, or even though this question might still be hanging in my mind, if it serves that goodness, then I don't need to know all the details. I don't need to understand.