It’s coming close isn’t it? You can sense it in the air? You can feel it in your bones? What is, you might ask. Well, it won’t be long before we’re allowed to talk to someone outside our household. It sounds crazy that we could get excited about something so small. Talk to one person? We used to rub shoulders with thousands in our football and rugby stadiums. We’d have a meal with a dozen friends, invite a crowd to our home for a party. We could do it all and no one questioned it, it was normal. Not any more.
Our current normal is this anticipation of meeting one person. Who are you going to meet when it happens? Who’s the first person you’ll make contact with? Will it be a relative or friend? Someone you want to help or someone who can help you? It’s quite a fascinating thought isn’t it?
Even more fascinating, and a good game too, is to ask, “Which person in history would you most like to meet, and why?” The answers will be endless and fascinating. For some it will be a world leader like JFK, Abraham Lincoln, Winston Churchill. It might be a royal like Henry VIII or Elizabeth 1. It may be someone infamous like Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot. It might be a great sportsman or entertainer. It may be a relative you never met but would love to.
I’d like to meet people who make a difference, like Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa, Florence Nightingale, William Wilberforce. I’d like to meet some of the great missionaries like Adoniram Judson, David Brainerd, Hudson Taylor. I’d like to meet Eric Liddell from Chariots of Fire fame, a great athlete who turned his back on fame to be a missionary in China. I wouldn’t mind meeting some of my ancestors, but if I had to choose one person, there’s no question who I would choose. It’s Jesus Christ.
I would love to have been there when he performed His miracles. Imagine sitting listening to Him when He gave the famous Sermon on the Mount. It would have been amazing to sit in watching what we call the Last Supper, when He established bread and wine as symbols by which we remember Him. Could I have coped with seeing Him arrested, brutalised and crucified? I would want to ask Him why? How did this happen? Why didn’t you stop it? You helped so many people, why not help yourself?
As it is I already know the answers. Jesus died for me. My sins had separated me from God and Jesus had come from heaven to take the punishment for my sins. I would be lost now with no hope of an eternal life with God if Jesus had not gone to the cross. He could have helped himself, but He stayed on the cross for me. If I had the chance to meet Him I would just want to thank Him.
Here’s the rub. I am going to meet Him, and I will be able to thank Him for dying for me. It’s not because I have a time machine and can go back in time to when He was alive. It’s because Jesus died, was buried and rose again. He is alive today and He has promised that one day He is coming back. When that happens how happy am I going to be? I won’t just meet Him, but I will be with Him enjoying a perfect life for ever. If I can get excited about being allowed to meet one person think how excited I am, and how great the anticipation, that one day I will meet Jesus my Saviour.