How did you meet him? Sounds like a wonderful experience. Would love to hear more on that.
I have met him several times both as father and as Jesus. The first time I met him as father before I was saved I was searching for him longing to feel loved when I had a dream I was in a purre white place and was standing right next to him I saw no physical form but knew it was father he was showing me a river made of rainbow colors more vivid and beautiful than anything I had ever seen so much so I was weeping because of it's beauty he told me it was his plan, the next time I met him I was saved and was longing to know what it felt like to have a family that actually loved and cared about me when I was aagin in that white place and saw a family that was laughing and smiling they were not perfect by any means but they truly cared and love each other I asked to be a part of this family when a man in rags appeared who I intantly knew was Jesus who hugged me and I was filled with such warmth and love it was overwhelming but melted my heart and he said I had to make my family like this.
Another time I met Jesus was actually in hell when I was once again in that white place and saw something go through a white door and I knew I was to follow as soon I did I entered hell and it was so hot in there that my shirt was glued to my skin Jesus was sitting in a chair waiting for me I won't go into details about my journey with him in hell as it would take to long aside from the fact that there were things he had to show me there.
Yet another time I met Jesus I dreampt I was sitting in his lap as he was teaching a group of people at his feet he was telling these people that we need to just rest in his love and stop overcomplicating things and I spoke up saying yes but as humans we tend to overcomplicate things in general he gave me a stern look and I felt bad for contradicting him thinking I was being smart for what I said and just about a week ago I had a dream that I was talking to Jesus telling him he was my best friend and he grew tend stories high and like a giddy child I asked him to pick me up he didn't do it I asked again he still didn't do it I asked a third time and this time I knew I had to do it by faith so I offered some faith and scended some I offered more and scended more I offered as much as I had in me and made almost all the way but I was perplexed I offered all I had but was still not in his arms so I closed my eyes and remembered all we had been through together everytime he had been there for me all the times he comforted me all the times that my heart was broken all the treasured memories of our journey and witha renewed zeal and fire in my heart I shouted I will have the faith of a mighty warrior of God and shot into his arms.
now as for the time I spoke of when I felt his love on that level I was in my house and went into my room and felt a presence but just ignored it and went to lay in bed to be still and know him as I do sometimes and as soon as I did my body lost all it's strength but as soon as it did I was suddenly in fathers arms enveloped in his love beyond what I could have imagined. it was so vastly deep and rich and beautiful so wonderful so unbelievable I was in tears I was in amazement I was bewildered and I was madly in love it was more than what my body could take yet I knew it was only a small drop only a fraction of a fraction of a fraction it was heaven it was home.
I wanted to stay forever I never wanted to leave yet I could feel him slowly starting to let me I saw in my minds eye that my strength had failed me and I was laying down and he was gently lifting me up but I stopped him begging please just take my life so I can stayy forever but he whispered to me I need you to be strong for me and my strength returned to me.
This was the first time I truly came to know him the first time I learned the depth of his love and his heart that day he allowed me access into the deeper doors of his being that he has hidden from many foir whatever reason I do not know but doctrine interpretation of scripture sinless or being perfect being right in debates or wrong all of this to me while I do enjoy a good discussion study and at times a good debate is pointless compared to speaking of the deeper things of God the hidden intimate things thre things that create that spark in others that impact peoples hearts the things that influence and that people can just feel the love of God in