By V. Kerr, Guest Writer
It was that night I saw the sunset and I was sure I was blessed. And so would anyone be: A great swathe of salmon pink cloud settled over half of the horizon. Earlier, bright pink and glimpses of gold were on show.
Overhead, the pale blue and mauve sky colours were “waiting in the wings.” It was a spectacle to be enjoyed by anyone who wanted to see it.
This made me think about a personal vision of my Saviour that I once witnessed. At the time I was physically located in a small meeting room in one of the parks run by the Council. Low-priced English lessons were available and I was the teacher.
Above me during the lesson on this particular day I saw Jesus. He stood to my right, above the class. One of His arms was folded across the chest. I could not see His face, only the jaw line, but the whole image was yellow-golden, glowing with a fire-like depth of colour.