During the sermon on June 23rd (2019), I saw Jesus standing to the right side of the cross, with His arms open (outstretched). I could see His hair and His robe — both blindingly, bright white — but His face had no features. His message was this: “I’m here. I’m not on the cross. Don’t look for me there. I am with you.”

Suddenly, the cross on my necklace fell to the floor. That had never happened before; I hadn’t touched it; the necklace remained intact around my neck, and it had to be unclapsed in order to put the cross back on.

Ever since then I’ve been sharing that message with people — that Jesus isn’t on the cross — He is with us.