Nathanael

How did He know?
How could He know?
And yet
I believed Him.
I believed Him
when He said
He had seen me,
sitting there,
under the fig tree.
He wasn’t making it up.
He wasn’t guessing.
He wouldn’t lie.
He couldn’t lie,
You could see it
in His eyes.
Such eyes.
When they looked at you
they saw
not just the ‘you’
that everyone else saw,
but
the real ‘you’.
It was unnerving.
But
it was exciting.
And I knew,
at that moment
I knew
that Philip was right.
We had found
the One Moses wrote about;
the One the Prophets wrote about.
And His name was
Jesus.
Jesus of Nazareth.
I had had my doubts
about going with Philip
when he had said
that this man,
the man he thought was
the One we were expecting,
came from Nazareth.
I had been scornful,
and I was ashamed.
How could I have been
so critical,
so quick to judge,
so wrong?
I could have missed out;
missed out
on the most exciting thing
to happen to me;
the most exciting moment of my life,
so far.
I say,
so far,
because,
now that I have met
this Jesus
everything has changed.
My world has changed.
I have changed.
And I don’t think
I will ever
be the same
again.

I have met
the Son of God.


© Kathleen Wilks