I don’t know if this qualifies as “contemplative” per se, but I cannot get Jesus out of my head. He is always there. In fact, sometimes he can be annoying, because He tolerates no imperfection in me. Any little venial sin is punctuated for me immediately.
I love Him, DEEPLY, but he drives me a little crazy. LOL!
I also have this wierd fantasy that I run through when I goto sleep. I imagine that I’m this futuristic female soldier who is chasing a bunch of Muslims who run through a time machine that takes them back to the days of Christ. They are intent in killing Jesus before His time, preventing the redemptive act.
My job is to catch the baddies. So me and my soldiers, all of whom are under MY command pursue them through the time machine.
Then I imagine what it would be like to either
- Accidently run into Jesus Christ. Would I recognize him? What would he look like? Would He rebuke me for traveling back in time? Would he speak American English? How would I react upon seeing Him? (On my last fantasy I dropped to my knees and cried. I awoke from my nap with tears in my eyes).
- To purposefully seek Him out so that he can warn him of the danger. How would we find him? What would we say to Him? How would the people of that time react to us? etc…
- Would Jesus be willing to come back to the present time for a day? If he did, could we hide Him? Would people recognize Him if he were dressed in blue jeans and a T shirt? Would Jesus get himself thrown in jail? etc…
Is this sort of thing contemplation??? Can one be contemplative without realizing it?
Yes. I am strange. I admit it. LOL!!!