I come before God into His holy presence . I feel my knees buckle, I can hardly stand. I have to shield my eyes from the brightest light I have ever seen. I tremble and fall to the ground. I see Jesus seated at right hand of the Father. He is dressed in a bright pristine white robe. His face looks loving down upon me.

I call to my brother who is standing a long ways off, he doesn’t understand why I am calling him closer. He looks around but does not notice much. Somehow He doesn’t see Who is right in front of us.

I grab my brother’s hand and with my other I reach out and grab Jesus’s. As I am reaching, Jesus quickly extends His hand and grabs a hold. His touch sends torrents of power down my arm. It’s as though my arm is on fire.

I stand there, with one hand holding on to my brother with all of my strength and my other hand securely in my King’s.

I stand there and I bridge the gap between them .

I pour my heart out to Jesus . I praise Him for the honor of being able to stand in front of a holy God, because of Him–because He made a way.

My praise quickly turns to pleading and weeping, it comes from the depths of my soul. My hand seems to be slipping out of my brothers but my other hand is firm and steady in Jesus’s grip. His strength not my own, is what is keeping us together.

Through sobs I manage words, I beg that my brother would recognize Him. I desperately ask for the power of the Holy Spirit to be unleashed on him. I ask that strongholds and darkness will be broken. I cry out to Jesus to open his eyes and give him ears to hear. As I am pleading I see Jesus watching over my brother with love exuding from His very being. I see Him nodding His head and listening. I see tears in His eyes. I see compassion on His beautiful face.

I see Jesus in front of me and my brother behind me, and I keep my feet planted in the gap. My brother unaware the whole time of the power that is going on all around him, blind to the spiritual force that is within his reach. Jesus stands before me never letting go of my hand, His grip firm and enduring. He is listening earnestly the entire time.I

stay there with the two of them for what seems like hours. Exhausted , I know it’s finally time to leave. I thank God for the honor and privilege for being able to stand in front of Him. I turn to leave and see Jesus’s eyes firmly planted on my brother , I see Him working.Peace invades my soul and I know how powerful Jesus is and I know in my heart I will not be standing in this gap forever.

My heart swells with gratitude and a feeling of privilege for being able to stand in front of my King on behalf of my brother.

I continue to return to Jesus’s throne in the same way for days on end…months…years but I continue because I know Jesus is waiting there for me, waiting and working out the details.

I know by His strength not my own I will be able to stand firmly between the both of them, until the glorious day when my brother will stand in front of Jesus on His own. He will finally see Jesus’s face and eyes filled with love, and arms that had been waiting for him for so long.And until that day I will be honored to stand in the gap .