I saw Jesus in my dining room the other day. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Him so close like that, and it always makes me laugh while it catches me off guard. I was worshiping and washing clothes, minding my own business. Quietly I heard his voice call out, “Will you let me cut those grave clothes? Ash?” I carried the basket of laundry into the dining room and I walked right into an open vision. He always meets me in this valley. I’ve seen it what seems like a hundred times. It’s quiet and sunny, with a slight breeze that smells like laundry hanging outside on the line. The grass is tall, rustling with the wind and there are spring flowers in different colors that brigten up the atmosphere. In the distance I can see the river flowing down off the mountain. The water appears ice cold and the mountains look like it would take decades to climb them. As I stepped toward the Lord, I saw this galvanized oval, almost round, but not quite, wash basin in front of me. It was filled just unde...