How would you welcome God if he showed up and say..here I am..my son..I just came for you?

I'd remind Him that I'm His daughter and then I'd welcome Him to my home.

I´d probably shoot him before he had chance in all truth.

God already did that in Jesus. He who sees ME sees the Father

This WAS my reaction, when he did just that....

I met Jesus face to face (at age 42) when He came through the wall of my living room to confront me. Raw fear gripped me, but he took it away and left me only with child-like curiosity.

You’d turn your face if you saw him in the street: He was ugly. He didn’t look human. The whites in his eyes, putrid yellow. Eyes that were disproportionate: way too big for his face. I thought "Oh. The whole world’s sin in his body." It made perfect sense that his eyes would be yellow.

A tear trickled down the side of his nose. There was something very wrong with it. "Is that BLOOD?!" I thought. Compassion welled up in me. "He’s crying tears of BLOOD!" Now looking to the source; his left eye. What color? They were so dark... I got mesmerized… and all of a sudden I fell in. Sheer terror gripped me. I was in a deep, waterless pit. Blackest darkness was there: terrifying loneliness. I knew there was no way out, yet somehow I scurried backwards like a cockroach up the unseen wall; only by God’s mercy was I allowed to escape my eternal fate. I re-entered the body, my body, as it sat on the couch. Instantly I knew; I had just been where Jesus’s soul was, in hell. The torture he was experiencing not only physical. The physical torture was only a tiny part of the suffering He was going through: He took our sins to the grave to bury them. He took my place there. My eyes have seen His Majesty. I am a living witness to the execution of Jesus Christ.

Instantly I knew it should have been me: it should have been me on that cross, dying and tortured for my many sins. He was paying the price I owed to God and to humanity. It was personal. (Yeah, yeah... I know…. He did it for the WHOLE world...) But in that moment - that profound moment - I was given the knowledge that He did it JUST for me. It was personal. Because He loves me.

He looked at me and Love trumped suffering. He looked at me and loved me. Liquid love poured into my chest and squeezed that wretched thing I called my heart. Words fail: I had not known real love until that moment. Then without warning, some kind of spiritual surgery: some kind of double edged sword sliced deep and one third of my heart was rendered scrap meat. I wondered how I could still be alive.

"FORGIVE MEEEEEEEE!!!" I wailed as I repented in dust and ashes falling on my face to the ground. I was ruined.

All of a sudden the floodgates of heaven opened and something like Niagara Falls went through me and washed me clean on the inside. In a vapid stupor I stood upright. I was as light as a feather. “I’m like an empty eggshell.” I thought. All my sins washed away. It was still dark except for the usual familiar glow of the amber street lamp outside.

It was all I could muster to mumble to myself "My sins are forgiven. My sins are forgiven." Somehow knowing they were as far “as east is from west.” Then like distant bells I heard a distinct sound: countless thousands of heavenly people were cheering God (for saving me). Oh how I wanted to join that party! Then in an instant a mighty wind blew into me - God breathed life into me - His Spirit entered me - like spiritual resuscitation. He filled me completely and the room lit up as if I was a bolt of lighting. Words have not been invented to describe what it’s like to be one with God. Orgasm is just a teeny tiny hint.

That was just the start of the amazing journey I’ve been on. Now I beg you, dear reader: be willing to change your mind. Ask God to understand the sacrifice too, if my testimony hasn’t done it for you. The only unforgivable sin is rejecting this amazing offer of God’s forgiveness. You might close your eyes in death this afternoon. Where will you spend eternity? If you don’t know the answer, then you will perish. So open the door of your heart right now: Jesus is knocking. Let Him in.

Why is She calling me son? 

I'd ask about attempting a brioche anything. If She can bless my breadmaking attempts. Also, if she can help me with my homework. If She says yes, she knows nothing about me. I'd also like a lot of snow this year. We need it. Can She help with that or what. 

Oh and if I can win the lottery. If she can send me a winning scratch ticket. So I don't have to go the store. Thanks!

Knowing that God is the Source of even the sun, you can understand why he told Moses: “You are not able to see my face, because no man may see me and yet live.” The Creator permitted Moses to take a hiding place on Mount Sinai while He “passed by.” Moses was then exposed to God’s “back,” as it were, to some type of afterglow of the Creator’s glory, or presence.—Exodus 33:20-23

It would be Jesus as we are told he will come again but in reality if he did appear to any one of us who would actually believe him?

Why all the hiding and subterfuge? Why did you kill all those humans, even the children and the babies? What's the deal with all the people killing in your name? Why don't you show up more often? Even Santa Claus comes around once a year.

Shall I go on?