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Suddenly, from his old school days, came the words of the hymn he'd been forced to learn for an end of term service.

When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of Glory died

My richest gain I count but loss

And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

Save in the cross of Christ, my God.

All the vain things that charm me most

I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet

Sorrow and love flow mingling down.

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine

That were an offering far too small.

Love so amazing, so divine

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Jesus, my Saviour, Lord, I give

To You my soul, my life, my all.

As Pete sang the final sentence, he sank from the kneeling position he had been in to lay prostrate on the ground, eyes closed, in total surrender to the one he had just witnessed giving everything He had for him. He didn't hear Jesus come up behind Him, but felt one hand on His head, another on his back, and something like warm oil seemed to flow slowly from those places and right through his body.

After a few seconds luxuriating in the sensation, Pete opened his eyes and discovered he was no longer on the hill of Calvary, but back in the beautiful meadow in front of the still open city gates. Jesus was sitting beside him, and, unable to get up, Pete managed to roll over onto his side. At once, Jesus lay alongside him, pulling Pete's head onto His chest, and Pete felt His strong arms wrap around him.

The day before, as a red-blooded, heterosexual Englishman, Pete would have considered lying next to another man in this way unthinkable. But there was nothing sexual in the embrace. To Pete it felt like a cross between the times when as a small child he’d fallen over, hurting his knee and his mother kissed it better, put him on her knee and cuddled him until the pain went away; and the time he was nine when next door's dog got out and went for him. He ran away and just made it to his father's side before the dog reached him. His dad picked him up in his arms, stamped his foot at the dog shouting at it to go away, which it did instantly, whimpering as it ran back. Then, in the security of his dad's arms around him he put his head on his shoulder and felt nothing in the world could ever hurt him while he was there.

Pete had no idea how long he lay in Jesus's arms with his eyes closed; but as he did he knew that this was the reason he had been born. This was the One who would kiss everything better in his life. This was the One whose protection was invincible.

Then he heard singing very close and opened his eyes. To his amazement, many of the angels he had previously seen lining the pathway of Jesus as He left heaven, were now in a circle around him. Right in his eye-line was the angel who had first brought him here, but now he, along with the other angels, had an expression on his face that Pete had not seen before. It was a mixture of joy, satisfaction, delight, ecstasy.




















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