In My Witness of Jesus, the author recalls a profound spiritual encounter in a fogged bathroom, where the serene face of Jesus appeared and conveyed a wordless assurance of peace and protection. The experience filled them with overwhelming warmth and grace, leaving a lasting imprint on their heart. When later shared with Fr. Tierney, he affirmed the vision, noting that others had described the same compassionate eyes and transformative peace.
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It happened in the steam-filled sanctuary of my bathroom, moments after the world had shattered around me. As I gazed into the fogged mirror, something extraordinary unfolded. The mist cleared in a perfect circle on the right side, revealing the profile of a man’s head. Inch by inch, the vapor dissipated only there, until a full visage emerged: shoulder-length light-brown hair, parted neatly down the middle without bangs, framing a face of profound serenity.
I locked eyes with Him—those piercing light-blue eyes that drew me in like an endless ocean of compassion. In that gaze, I tumbled forward, enveloped in safety. No words were spoken, yet a message resonated deep in my soul: Everything is going to be alright. A wave of warmth cascaded over me—His gentle peace, His boundless grace—wrapping me like a protective embrace. Then, as mysteriously as He had appeared, He vanished, leaving an indelible imprint on my heart.
Later, sharing this with Fr. Tierney, he handed me a wrapped gift. Inside was a framed painting of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. “That’s Him,” Fr. Tierney said, his voice steady with recognition. He explained that my description— “I fell into His eyes and felt the warmth of His gentle peace and grace”—echoed experiences shared by others over the years. They, too, had fallen into those same eyes, emerging transformed.
Also featuring two other distinct witnesses: Dennis Jones’ witness of Jesus and his transformation. Melody Buchanan’s witness of an angel and Jesus answering her prayers after a crisis.
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