. . . I have touched him with my own hands.
John writes from the perspective of having known the Christ in the flesh. His powerful, straightforward witness makes our faith seem tangible. He inspires my most exultant Easter joy with confidence.
Yet I know that John’s witness doesn’t explain my experience of faith. I have tried to reclaim the moment when I first believed, and it eludes me. Yet I know it’s not so much that I have touched Him as it is that He has touched me, and I can recapture that moment, just by listening. When I push aside the clutter in my mind, I know His guiding touch, His restraining touch, His encouraging touch. When I am truly present, I feel God moving in my life.
As I reflect on the miracle of His resurrection, my heart is full with joy at the knowledge that God reached down to touch me.
(c) 2015 Nancy Jagmin