I Saw Jesus Face to Face in Heaven. His Eyes Were Unlike Anything I’ve Ever Seen.

When I saw Him face-to-face, my face shone just like His.

The more I understood Him, the more I understood myself.

Now I don’t need to know if other people approve of what I am doing. I don’t need to know whether I am celebrated or made fun of. How could I ever be rejected when I am already so accepted by Him? A smile erupts on my face. I can’t help but rejoice.

Now, I can’t help but laugh when I am made fun of for sharing my testimony or boldly preaching the gospel. It doesn’t bother me at all because I am not even aware of their clanging noise—I am too mesmerized by the Voice that matters.

The teammates of Michael Jordan or Lebron James know this truth very well. While the teammates may be made fun of for not being able to score a ton of points, the championship ring on their finger is the same weight as the star player. No one can deny their championship status.

The ring speaks for itself.

If you are in Christ, you must understand how secure your eternity is in heaven’s heart.

Before this experience, I would question why John would claim in John 13:23 (TPT) that he would be “The disciple that Jesus dearly loved.” I always wondered why John would single himself out of all the other disciples and crowds and say such a thing. I mean, how arrogant of him, right? Did he really have to be that type of guy? God loves the entire world, so why would John dare say such a thing?

Well, after my encounter, I completely understand.

Jesus didn’t tell me I had to speak with His assistant. He didn’t have a green room backstage that only allowed special VIPs who paid enough money. I was not a burden.

I was His prize.

This may be a tough concept to understand right away. Maybe you have been through so much pain of rejection and abandonment, feeling so alone, that very few make time for you. Especially in the years we live in today, it can be very easy to feel you are just another number amid millions and billions. Maybe you have felt unnoticed and crowded out by your coworkers, siblings, and family members. You mistakenly conclude that God must be busy with others’ lives or helping some but not you; however, let me tell you that those are all lies straight from the pit of hell.

Your real Father has not abandoned you, and you don’t have to fight for His attention to stand out among the crowd. You must understand what God’s Word says about you:

What shall we say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for us, who can ever be against us? (Romans 8:31 NLT)

My enemies will retreat when I call to you for help. This I know: that God is on my side! (Psalm 56:9 NLT)

Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand (Isaiah 41:10 NLT).

After seeing Him, I questioned why I would ever try to keep the worries and cares of my life on my own shoulders. He showed me in a glimmer film all those “challenging” moments of my life, where He was taking care of everything on my behalf, and I never needed to worry. He was always working behind the scenes for my best. It might have been hard for me, but it was so easy for Him.

For now we see but a faint reflection of riddles and mysteries as though reflected in a mirror, but one day we will see face-to-face. My understanding is incomplete now, but one day I will understand everything, just as everything about me has been fully understood (1 Corinthians 13:12 TPT).

I wasn’t built to worry; instead, I was only created to trust Him.

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light (Matthew 11:29-30 KJV).

I felt such trust when He told me, “Let Me always handle everything. Give it all to Me. Trust Me.”

His Personality

Forget everything you have seen.

I cringe when I see most of the actors who portray Jesus in television shows or movies. Far too often they make Him out to be some soft, weak, and agreeable person. That is the opposite of the Jesus I met.

He was not a “little boy.” His height was roughly between 5’ 11” and 6’. He wasn’t just going to go along with anything. He was not going to be tossed around. He was the definition of masculinity. Seriously.

He was the type of Man to roll up His sleeves and do whatever it takes to protect those who are His. Yet there was such meekness about Him, in that He was not fiercely aggressive and angry against me, but He was aggressive and angry for me, on my behalf.

There was actual strength in the muscles of His arms and entire figure. He was not someone you would want to mess around with. There was an ultimate authority that His voice speaks out of. I had never met anyone who carried such authority and was not just “babbling on” or making false promises that could never be trusted—He was the promise Himself.

When He spoke to me, His words were not just a separate entity that He “released.” They were like the sharpest spears that went right into the core of my very being. But these spears were not separate from Him—they were Him.

When He speaks, it’s a done deal. It is finished. I understood how the people must have felt when they were with Him:

When Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were amazed at his teaching, for he taught with real authority—quite unlike their teachers of religious law (Matthew 7:28-29 NLT).

He sends his orders to the world—how swiftly his word flies! He sends the snow like white wool; he scatters frost upon the ground like ashes (Psalm 147:15-16 NLT).

For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our inner-most thoughts and desires (Hebrews 4:12 NLT).

At the beginning of time, God spoke the Word (Jesus) into the universe and created everything we can now see. He is the Word and the Word is Him.

In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God. He existed in the beginning with God. God created everything through him, and nothing was created except through him. The Word gave life to everything that was created, and his life brought light to everyone. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it (John 1:1-5 NLT).

His Appearance

Medium length hair and darker tone skin. And then, as I looked closer, I quickly realized this was Jesus—not just a Lamb, but also a Lion.

His Hair

I remember His hair being medium length, certainly not super long or feminine.

The most absolute and extravagant white light of fire breathed from on top of His head.

And walking among the lampstands, I saw someone like a son of man, wearing a full-length robe with a golden sash over his chest. His head and his hair were white like wool—white as glistening snow (Revelation 1:13-14 TPT).

His hair was the color of glistening snow: a snow that was innocent and pure, straight from the skies of glory.

It was unlike any other “white” I had seen before. This resulted from a long and tested and very strong fire, but it didn’t end up turning black like charcoal after the fire. Instead, it was white charcoal. This was because Jesus’ hair ever lives to tell the story of how every day and year to His existence speaks of His victory. Even death itself could not defeat Him.

For many, hair represents different seasons and times and stories in their life. But to Jesus, His hair didn’t just represent “a time” in His life, it represented His entire victorious and passionate life of pure compassion. He was seasoned and experienced beyond measure in pure love.

It was white, yet also curly with dark tones, a brown/black. “Gabe, you are describing opposite things at the same time.

How does this make sense?”

Well, you see, His hair was multidimensional, and it told two stories at once:

He was 33, yet eternal at the same time.

He was the Son of God and existed before the universe was created and will forever be with us. Yet He became just like you and me on earth and was fully human and tempted just as we have been. He knows firsthand exactly how we feel. He was the Son of Man and the Son of God, all in one.

The Purple Passion of His Eyes

The longer I locked eyes with Him, I noticed they were unlike anything I had ever seen—burning with a fire of purple passion. This purple was formed from a fierce red fire and blue ocean that collided. This collision formed the most beautiful mixture of color I had ever seen. The fire continued to burn within the water of His love.

His eyes carried the strength of the mightiest warrior, power beyond comprehension, yet they held a tenderness that shattered every wall I had ever built. I was safe here. Truly safe.

Everything that had ever clouded my understanding of who He really was, was gone.

I had grown up feeling as if I always had to work hard and maybe one day I would get ahead and be accepted by everyone. Maybe one day I could accomplish enough that it would offset all of my mistakes, my angry outbursts, my addiction to lust, my lies, my procrastination, my hypocrisy—the list could go on. But in His eyes, there was no list of failures. There, and only there, was Him.

This color wasn’t just beautiful—it was victorious. The color you’d only see on the face of an Olympic gold medalist in their finest moment. But this Champion, He didn’t just take the podium after His victory. Instead, He stepped down. He walked past the roaring crowd, past the applause, past the glory that was rightfully His—and He came straight for me.

I wasn’t even in the race. I was buried in the crowd of the rejected, the disqualified, the ones who didn’t stand a chance. But He found me. And without hesitation, He lifted me onto His shoulders, carried me right to the place He had earned, and sat me there—right where He belonged.

Then, with a smile that lit up eternity, He took off His own shirt, His own shoes, His own victory—and placed them on me. He traded places with me. I looked like Him, and He looked like me.

But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much, that even though we were dead because of our sins, he gave us life when he raised Christ from the dead. (It is only by God’s grace that you have been saved!) For he raised us from the dead along with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms because we are united with Christ Jesus (Ephesians 2:4-6 NLT)

And they sang a new song with these words: “You are worthy to take the scroll and break its seals and open it. For you were slaughtered, and your blood has ransomed people for God from every tribe and language and people and nation. And you have caused them to become a Kingdom of priests for our God. And they will reign on the earth” (Revelation 5:9-10 NLT).

He was exactly what Father God would look like, in a human body. And then I saw His beating heart. I can’t help but smile as I remember this moment. His heart was beating in sync with the rhythm of His Dad.

The color red was immediately redefined in my imagination. A fiery red, burning, alive, completely covered in blood—but not just any blood. Pure. Holy. Cleansing. But more than that—life-giving. Recreating.

In His heart, I wasn’t just refurbished or reused like some beat-up car on Facebook Marketplace. No. I was brand. Spanking. New.

His facial skin color was not just like a white, pale yellow. It was a white light that reminded me of the type of ashes after continual fire, representing complete holiness and surrender. There were no compromises found in it.

Revelation 1:14 (NLT) tells us, “His head and his hair were white like wool, as white as snow. And his eyes were like flames of fire.”

His Race

His skin color was darker than I expected (Middle Eastern). There was such a depth of serious experience, maturity, and boldness behind every detail. He was a Jewish Israeli. It can’t just be described by the one-sixteenth of the pigment of His skin like us here on earth. It was so much deeper than that.

This depth was one where He had been eternally smiling over me and crying for me all at the same time. The depth of authority on His face showed me everything I needed to know before He even spoke a word.

This authority that poured through His veins was not controlling or manipulative, like many “leaders” I have witnessed on earth. I knew He didn’t have any ulterior agenda other than looking out for my best.

Jesus was the David who didn’t seize the throne to gain power and wealth; rather, he bowed low, taking the posture of a shepherd who lived only to care for and serve his sheep. He was the David who didn’t cower at the fear of death or humiliation—but he embraced the flight. He joyfully loaded up his sling, ready to strike down the Goliath that we should have fallen under if left to our own ways.

The shepherd David didn’t just shoot a lion from afar. He stepped in front of it. He laid his own life down, willing to take the fatal blow so that his sheep could walk free.

His teaching stunned and dazed them, for he spoke with penetrating words and great authority (Luke 4:32 TPT).

His body looked like a precious gem. His face flashed like lightning, and his eyes flamed like torches. His arms and feet shone like polished bronze, and his voice roared like a vast multitude of people (Daniel 10:6 NLT).