This experience happened over five years ago, but I feel led to submit it to the Body at this time. I won’t follow it with interpretation, because I sense the Lord wants to speak individually to people through it. May the revelation of the power of His Cross be released upon each reader.

The Power of the Cross ­ by Deb Davis

On October 23rd, 1996, the Heavenly realm opened all around me, and I experienced an open vision with Jesus Christ. My senses were awakened to such a heightened level that everything ­ sight, sound, smell, touch - became extremely sharp, clear, intense, and real.

The Lord stood beside me as I lay on an exam table in an Occupational Therapy office where I was being treated for chronic, severe pain. He did not speak, but I was able to perceive His every thought, and knew that He perceived mine, as well. His presence was awe-striking. Everything about Him and around Him was vibrantly alive, and I longed to touch His arms and hands, or press my face into His hair.

His garment was made of a natural undyed fabric. I was intrigued by the fact that I could see and distinguish each individual thread that was woven through the material. Life and power brewed ominously within it, like a thunderstorm that was about to break forth. There was also a warmth and humidity about Him, like in a tropical climate.

As much as I desired to take hold of Him, I was in reverent fear of His holiness. Tears flowed from my eyes the entire time He was with me.

He placed His hands above the surface of my abdomen. He never touched me, but kept His hands about an inch above me. His eyes were closed, and His head was bowed down, and on His face was an expression of what I can only describe as pained reverence. When I wondered what was on His heart, deep grief and anguish began to flood my own soul. As the grief grew deeper and deeper within us both, a vision appeared above us, suspended in a soft golden light. It was a vision of Christ’s lifeless body hanging crucified on the Cross.

I watched the Lord’s face as He clenched His eyes even more tightly, and slowly raised His head up toward the vision of the crucifixion. There was a great struggle within Him as He prepared to look upon His own crucifixion. Then, He opened His eyes.

At that precise moment a tremendous surge of power rushed through my entire being, from above my head down through every cell of my physical body, and also through my mind, my emotions, and my entire life. I don’t know how to describe the magnitude of the power, but it was as if a huge locomotive, pulling many fully loaded cars, was barreling at full speed right through me ­ it was an incomprehensibly turbulent force. It was also cold ­ colder than any cold I’d ever felt before; but yet it did not cause me to feel cold or uncomfortable; but, rather it was cleansing, and refreshing beyond words

After the first surge of power had gone through me, the Lord closed His eyes and lowered His head back down. He re-positioned His hands over my abdomen, then, after pausing a moment, slowly raised His head up toward the vision of the crucifixion. Just as before, He hesitantly opened His eyes, and another surge of Almighty power rushed through me. This cycle repeated over and over again for about 20 minutes, as He , moved gradually toward my face.

The Lord then leaned over me and looked straight into my eyes. His Holy blue eyes penetrated right through mine, piercing my very soul. I writhed within myself, unable to bear the intensity of His Holiness. I could not look back into His eyes although part of me desperately wanted to. I felt I would instantly die if I looked directly into that Holiness.

He then turned and left the room, His garment flowing gracefully behind Him. Peace filled me as I lay there drained of all will; drained of all self; drained of all desire for anything other than Him.