The Blind Widow's Vision of Christ

“Her head sank back upon the headrest, and then her spirit was caught, as if in a trance. And she saw a wondrous procession : Great clouds of mist rose, now obscuring her sight, now parting with a tantalizing glimpse of strange and yet familiar shapes and forms. ... And then, she saw Him climbing up that stony hill of Calvary, whereon lay bleaching in the sickening sunlight, the bones of criminals and traitors. ... And then—ah then—when death had clutched Him by the heart, and mortal life was gone from out that worshiped Body, the black-robed woman stood beneath that Cross of pain and worshiped Him; and as she looked, she saw within His living throbbing eyes a gleam of matchless glory as the Light pierced through the awful clouds there pealed and throbbed a new refrain, ‘I am the Light and the Life,’ And the watcher saw the black-robed image of herself kneel down before that Cross and with her quickened heart she adoringly held up her hands for Him to hold them within His loving clasp. — The Young Woman's Journal 20:12”