Yes, i love you

This is a vision i had last week. Its kind of confusing cause there's a vision inside the vision, but bare with me!!


I lay at the foot of the cross and wept. Blood from His hands and feet dripped onto my head. But i did not notice. His final breaths were pounding into my skull. The ground stained red. Agony, pain, desperateness. Each one of the Lord's cries resemble torture.

"I'm sorry Lord! I did not know!"

He looked down at me. "Shut your eyes child, and follow me."

Puzzled i did as He asked. A vision filled my gaze. There, standing beside me was Jesus Himself. His face still with the shadow of hopeless pain.

The Lord took me down a road. A dirt path, one with many potholes. It was dusty and hot. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

We wondered down this barren land until He suddenly stopped and pointed to the side of the road. "Look."

A prostitute stood on the side of the road. Make up piled on the fake face, legs that left little to the imagination. I sniggered at the sight.

Jesus turned and faced me, disappiontment spread across His face.

"You don't... love her? Do you, Lord?"

Jesus sighed sadly and continued down the road.

Wretched screams started echoing in my head. Each step brought fierce chills down my spine. Jesus stopped walking and watched my face as i saw a man, pining down a little girl who i recognized as the prostitute from before. Her sobs escaping her mouth.

"Yes," Jesus said, "I love her."

Anger welled up inside me. "That man! How could he? She's just a girl. Surely you do not love him!"

Jesus grimaced and continued walking. We walked long into the night until we stopped next to a young boy, whom i recongized as the man from before.

The young boy sat silent as a slow tear rolled down his cheek. A few meters in front of him sat his Mum. A bloodied, mangled mess. His Dad wiped her blood off his hands and turned to face the child as he un-did his belt. The child was grabbed and i shut my eyes before i could watch anymore.

"Yes," Jesus said, "I do love the rapist's."

"But that father Lord! How wrong! Surely you cannot love him. Surely!"

Jesus shook His head sadly and continued walking. We didn't walk for long. On the side of the road was a school yard and i recognized the man who i saw just before beating up his wife and child.

A group of teenagers stood around the small boy. One pushed him over, another kicked, another punched and yet another yelled out names.

"Yes," Jesus said, "I love the wife beaters."

"But Lord! Those teenagers! Their beating up that helpless child! Surely you CANNOT love them!"

Jesus looked at me, angry this time. "Have I taught you nothing?"

I sighed and looked agian. A movement on the far side of the school yard caught my eye. Another person stood, watching the scene, debating whether to interven or not. They decide not to and turn around to walk away. I caught i glimpse of the face and it felt like i'd been kicked in the stomach. I fell to my knees and sobbed.

"I'm sorry Lord! I did not know!"

I cried out in shame. The prostitute, the rapist, the wife beater was all because of me. "I'm sorry Lord!" Regret and shame raced through every vein and nerve in my body.

By the time i opened my eyes agian i was no longer in the dusty road. I was back at the foot of the cross.

Red blood still staining the ground. I looked up and an empty cross met my eyes. I shuddered at the though of what had happened.

Me! The cause of all this!

I felt a hand rest on my back. I turned round slowly. Knowing i couldn't look into Jesus' eyes no longer.

"Yes," Jesus saud, "I love you."

"But Lord! You died! For this sin! For this wretched world!"

He nodded.

I looked at His hands holding mine. "Was it worth it?"

He lifted my face to His. "For you?" He asked. "Yes."