Jesus is standing there

This evening, I stopped to pray with TD Jakes at the end of his TV program, which was a simple prayer asking Jesus to come into my heart, wash away my sins, and I am sorry and repent. I have already said many versions of this Sinner's Prayer, but I say it again and again to remind me of my decision for Jesus. With my eyes closed, I suddenly saw the figure of a man with a broad chest, in white robes with a trim of gold (but not shiny, like a spicy mustard like Grey Poupon). His arms were by His sides, and His hands were cupped as if to take a hand on either side of His body. There was light all around Him, seemingly coming from above but not casting a shadow anywhere on Him. I did not think to put my hand in His. Instead, I looked up to see His face. I saw a beard, a long nose, and then it kind of faded from there.

It wasn't my imagination, or me trying to imagine because there was no mental effort on my part to see what I was seeing while my eyes were closed. I think it started to fade because I started to focus on something that was unimportant (such as, the physical appearance of Jesus) instead of focusing on the saving grace of His hands. I could have given Him one hand, or I could have given Him two. First I was awed and taken in by what I saw, then started focusing on something that took my eyes and thoughts off what was actually important.

Jesus is standing there, His hands cupped, and He waits, whether I need to take one hand or two.