I'm so curious about what my personal relationship with the Savior is. He has so many names; so many jobs. I scrolled out something in the car about a month ago and I thought I'd type it out before I lost the scrap of binder paper.
When I meet Him again
Who will I see?
Will He be like my brothers here on earth--
Teasing,
Protecting,
Giving advice?
Will He be like a king with fanfare and robes--
Onlookers gawking,
Bowing,
Seeking his attention?
Will He be like a judge behind a great seat--
Solemn,
Stern,
Doling out justice?
Will He be like a prophet relaying God's word--
Teaching,
Repeating,
To all who will listen?
Will He be like a rescuer with life-saving gear--
Searching,
Strong,
Throwing me a rope as I hang off a cliff?
It shouldn't end here. I should have an answer. Poems should have resolution at the end. But, I don't know the answer. I don't know what I will see. Sometime I can work out the rhythm and make it more sound more poetic, but I can't finish until I actually see Him.
I hope when that happens that I'm ready. I hope it's a happy meeting. I hope I recognize Him, in whatever way I see Him. I hope it's as my big brother and that we have a close relationship, maybe even an inside joke or two. It makes it easier for me to think of the Savior dying for me when I think about my brothers. They aren't perfect. They don't call or email very often, but I don't doubt that they would die for me if it came to that. What's the real difference?
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