Chapter Four, Part 2 - Revelation

When we encounter Gods love, it is impossible not to be changed. These encounters are where revelation begins. Revelation is Gods disclosure of himself. Revelation is a truth about the nature of God revealed, where once it had been hidden. It means, "to remove the veil,"

The truth has been there all along but now we can see it in greater measure...

Karen and I have pet names for each other, you know, terms of endearment we would only use when speaking with each other while washing the dishes or eating popcorn etc... hey baby, hey beautiful, hey gorgeous, that last one is generally directed at me. We could be driving down the road or sitting on the couch watching "The Office" when suddenly I am gripped with a realization of how amazing she is. I will turn to her and say this simple universal phrase, "I love you baby" to which she responds, "I love you too gorgeous."

But sometimes I'll say "No, what I'm trying to say is that at this exact moment, I am feeling in love you! I'm feeling it right now!"

"Right this instant she asks?" with a smile. Yes, this exact moment. "Wow," She says, "now I'm feeling it too!"

And that's the best way I can describe revelation.

We have been married thirteen years, we know that we love each other, we say it all the time; we decide to all the time but these moments of revelation are priceless. These moments are birthed of a pure surrender, where everything in the universe aligns and our hearts, minds, and souls experience the encounter. In these moments, nothing else matters! In these moments, the truth of our love is purely revealed.

I think that's what revelation is, in fact, I would go so far as to say I don't think revelation can be experienced outside of relationship.

Truth can be read about and discussed, but to own revelation requires some form of experience. "God loves you," is simply a statement of fact. But the statement doesn't hold any power until His love is engaged.

You can tell someone everything you know about driving a car but until they actually get behind the wheel, its just theory and they don't truly know how to drive.

To own Gods love in its depths we must have shared experience. It's through this relationship that we get to own revelation. And it is those encounters that change us, aligning our heart with His and changing our perspective until we begin to see from God's.

Chapter Four, Part 1 - LAX

I was already tired and we were only 7 hours into a 33-hour trip. My dad and I were on or way to China to look at some business opportunities. We had left Charlotte NC in the afternoon. Why start a 33-hour trip in the afternoon? I don't know, and neither did the lady at the front counter of our airline. When I asked her, she said "I don't know, that's just how they do it."

We were standing at LAX and though I was tired, I was excited as well. You see, last time I went through LAX, I got to meet Sinbad. Well, I didn't actually meet him but I saw him which is almost the same thing. He was in line to check his luggage. He really is a funny guy, although he didn't do anything particularly funny while I was watching him in the line. But I can imagine it would be hard to be funny all the time. Plus it was pretty early and that only compounds the issue.

It gets better because after I saw Sinbad, I saw the little guy who hosts American Idol. How cool is that. I actually did meet him, we sat in first class together...

I know what you are thinking now, suddenly I'm that rich snob who sits in first class and looks down his nose at all you second-class people. You poor wretches...

Well, maybe I am. Maybe I like getting to go into the plane first. Maybe I enjoy sitting Indian style in my wide comfortable leather seat while the second-class rabble is trotted through the first class section. Maybe I enjoy making eye contact with them and smiling in that benevolent way that's says, "Yeah I'm rich. And even though I can afford first class and you cant, well, that doesn't mean I'm necessarily better than you."

Maybe I like having a curtain separate me from the cacophony of noises and smells wafting off the masses that sit in second class. Maybe I enjoy a nice chardonnay while speaking in high English with the cream of American citizenry.
Or maybe I just got bumped and you should stop judging me.

Yeah I got bumped. But for that one glorious day I was cultured and civilized and just a better person. For one day I drank in the sites and smells of first class. I lived like a king!

Ryan Seacrest, that's his name!

So, I sat in first class and Ryan and I discussed the last show of the season and the new "American Idol." He was very polite, a nice fella. And I think I held my own, that is to say, I don't think he knew I didn't belong there, in first class...
But I've digressed, back to my China trip.

So, I was excited about this trip because of the possibility of seeing someone famous but also because I love to travel to new places and we were going to places in China I had never been.

The airport was crowded. We were standing in line with about two hundred people in front of us, plus the thousands of others that filled our little universe known as "Terminal Two." Surrounded by a sea of people, I had begun to have one of those feelings that I think everyone experiences from time to time when in a large crowd. I'm small, just a spec in the universe, just a tiny mote of dust. With thousands of people moving through this section of the airport every five minutes and the knowledge that we were about to go to a country with a population over a billion, I suddenly felt... insignificant...

I wonder if Sinbad ever feels insignificant, probably not... he is pretty funny ...sorry.

We had about an hour wait to get through customs and check our bags for the international flight. While I was standing in line and feeling small, I noticed the girl in front of me. She was standing with her back to me and her arms crossed. I could just see the tips of the fingers on her left hand. I noticed that her index finger had a small cut. It was a little inflamed and looked like it could be irritating, but it was nothing serious, just a small paper cut. Suddenly I felt the presence of God as if He were standing right next to me. Then He said to me, "I was there when that happened, I felt that."

"God," I said in my heart. "I can't possibly understand this, my mind can't begin to grasp it." I am just a spec in the universe, a blink of the eye in light of eternity. Then I looked around and asked Him, "How many paper cuts are in this place? How many people are here with bigger problems than paper cuts?" Then God said to me, "It's not about your understanding, I want you to believe the absoluteness of my love." At that moment, I could barely compose myself, I was moved to tears, my heart awed by the revelation of Gods love for me...