A Revelation of the Love of God....For God SO Loved the World.....Oh wondrous love that will not let me go, For He paid a debt He did not owe, and I owed a debt I could not pay.
The following account of an experience which one of the Father’s Family had, and several years ago, was shared with me. I copy word for word from her tract. ‘Alone in my room in Bombay, India, early in the morning of January 28, 1908, I sat down to read the Bible. My regular reading for the day began at John 1:18. When I reached verse 18 the Spirit emphasized the words, “In the Bosom of the Father” saying them over and over so that I could not go on reading, but knelt with my face near the floor and eyes closed to wait His further speaking. Soon I seemed to see heaven full of Glory and music and thrones and angels. In the midst was the Father and His Son. In a short time, all receded except the two Divine Beings standing alone facing each other. I marveled at the likeness of the two, and then the words came, “The express Image of His Person.” I noticed that throughout the Revelation that Jesus was SO Gentle, Yielded, and Sweetly Calm, while the Father seemed full of intense feeling. As I continued looking at them in rapt adoration, the Father stretched out His hands to clasp those of His Son; I glanced at the hands of Jesus almost hidden under His long loose sleeves. He seemed to wish to hide the scars which caused, not only joy but pain in heaven. After a moment He shook back the sleeves, and as He gave His hands to the Father, I saw the scars, not as I had imagined, on the surface, but deep like holes.
The Father with tears rolling down His cheeks, Kissed the Scarred hands again and again. Then He kissed the thorn marks on the pure white forehead, and pushing the robe apart, kissed the pierced side, and then stooped with many tears, and kissed the wounded feet. Then He arose still weeping and clasped His Son in His arms. Jesus buried His face on His Father’s breast and the Spirit whispered to me, “In the Bosom of the Father.” I was weeping much, but said to God, “Did you always love Him SO?” Turning to me, He said, “ALWAYS”. My spirit became almost fierce with pain, and I exclaimed vehemently, “Then WHY did you let Him go to the cross?” How COULD YOU let Him suffer SO? Oh, even if we had all gone to hell, How could You do it?” He gazed at me silently awhile, and then said, “For YOU” and after a pause, “SO you now believe I love you?” My heart was broken by such love for Jesus and me. All day long as I looked up, I saw them standing so, --“clasped in Each Other’s arms,” only once Jesus raised His face and looked at me, oh, that beautiful face! It was FULL of the Glory of God.
The next morning as I arose, the Spirit repeated again and again the words, “As my Father has loved me, even so have I loved you.” Soon I saw Jesus standing alone stretching out His hands to me as the Father had done to Him the day before. He kept saying the above words to me. Instead of being glad, the most awful shrinking took possession of me, and I cried out, “oh, no no Lord, I cannot come.” Give me a place beneath thy feet, through all eternity, just in sight, but do not ask me to come near thee, for I cannot, I dare not. He stood so still and kept patiently repeating the word, “As my Father hath loved me, even so have I loved you.” I wept much and never felt so vile as now before this Holy Christ. Then my soul seemed to leave my body, for I saw myself lying on the floor, and noticed that I was thickly covered with Blood. It did not occur to me as part of the Revelation, but I became absorbed as a child at a curious spectacle, and examined to see that every spot was covered, and wondered that there was SO MUCH BLOOD. Then suddenly it came to me that It was the blood of Jesus covering me, and I looked up again to find Him standing there still. All fear and shrinking and consciousness of myself was somehow gone, and it was easy to go into the Outstreched Arms, and find home and love in the Heart of God.
