Looking through My Window

Yesterday was a long awaited answer to prayer and an unexpected eye-opener from God. I have waited 12 years for the re-acquaintance with a beloved brother in Christ. The last time we said good-bye his pastorate vanished and along with his regular job. For me, I lost my visa rights to be in the country and had to leave immediately. It was a painful parting. His wife knew I was in town and arranged a surprise meeting. As I stood in his presence donned in my pancake-frenchie hat, he looked at me with a bewildered face. With no beard, apparently my signature in this country as told to me by many, I appeared as a stranger unrecognizable. The I spoke familiar words: "I am still a Jesus Freak whose freak are you?" He immediatley recognized the voice and the words and with tears streaming down his cheeks crushed me with his large Ukranian coal miners hug. On my long bus trip back I was struck by another Johanine Blue Bolt. John 10:4 "When he puts forth all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice." It struck me that when Jesus reappears, we may not recognize Him just like the women at the tomb did not recognize His transformed state, but we will know His voice, if we have been attentive in hearing it throughout our life. Just like the voice of a friend from long ago. A view through my window of life yesterday. Pax et bonum...jerome