Clean Slate: A Vision

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In Spring 2009, my depression reached critical mass. I hadn’t worked at a real job for six months, carried some heavy relational baggage, and the truth is, I thought I was going to hell for eternity. I believed God erased my name from the book. I’d been taught better. In fact, I knew better. But that’s how depression, and the enemy work. They strike at the very heart of your greatest vulnerability. Completely without purpose now, I can’t convey for you in words how much my heart hurt. I was broken.

I’d taken mostly to the safety of our home where I could keep the doors and windows closed. Walking to the mailbox was a big deal when I could force it. The yard went unmowed. I rarely took out the trash. Sleep was the best escape when I could manage it.

Dana walked me through the greatest part of it all and did the things that needed to be done. She joined me in a nap one weekday afternoon as the rest of the world did normal stuff. Unusually peaceful, no tossing or turning, I faded off.

What happened next wasn’t a dream. I’ve had dreams. This wasn’t one. It took me years to actually put words to it. This was an all-encompassing, seamless experience with no boundaries or definition. It was an otherly realm.

I found myself in a man’s arms, holding me as if a child. He was seated on a big rock, just holding me. There was no verbal exchange. It wasn’t necessary. We were completely at peace together. He rocked me gently and stroked my arm. I was so content. Finally. Some rest.

It was Jesus.

Moments later my focus shifted as he reached to the ground and picked up a large, flat object. I recognized it as a piece of natural slate. You could have written on it with a piece of chalk.

With his palm and forearm, Jesus reached to one side of the rock, and made a slow, smooth, purposeful motion across it, as if to wipe the slate clean. We still didn’t speak, but I understood. And that was it.

There was no time, space or dimension to any of it. I’m giving you the best words I have, though they seem completely inadequate.

I woke up, still very much at peace wondering if I’d really just experienced what I thought. Was that a vision?  Now, seven years later, I’m convinced that’s exactly what it was.


God works in mysterious ways. I’m not sure why He shared that experience with me, in that way, and at that time. I think it maybe it was because He knew in my own free will I might’ve done something really stupid. And He wasn’t finished with me yet. Not here. Not yet.

It took me five years to share that story with anyone, and until now it’s only been shared with two people. It was an experience so genuine and pure I felt it might somehow be diminished if I talked out loud about it. Or maybe people would just think I’m crazy. Of course, Dana was the first. She didn’t think I was crazy. She understood. The second was my Camino de Santiago pilgrim friend, Naomi.

A typical slate roof in Galicia, Spain. I saw lots of this on the Camino de Santiago.

A typical slate roof in Galicia, Spain. I saw lots of this on the Camino de Santiago.

Galicia is the last of the three distinct geographic regions on the Camino. It’s spectacular country. As we transitioned gradually from the Meseta into Galicia, I noticed little bits along the roadway in the beginning. Then they became much larger. Then there were fences and rooftops and buildings constructed from it.

There was slate everywhere.

It looked just like the slate in my vision. I couldn’t help but think how significant it was to see clean slate everywhere as I walked the final steps to Santiago. Yes, God works in mysterious ways, indeed.

A clean slate.

For me, that story represents the power of this day.

Happy Easter.





8 thoughts on “Clean Slate: A Vision

  1. BEAUTIFUL! Yes, my friend, your experience was very, very real – probably more real than anything you have experienced on this earthly plane. Back “home,” before my life “fell apart” (which was really just falling into place), I gave much of my time to facilitating an inner healing prayer ministry for people. For years I wanted to help people receive the same type of healing that God had done for me, but I didn’t know how. Then He finally brought me the “tool” and I was trained in it. I spent countless hours in sessions with many people, helping them get connected to their deepest pain (which you already were) and Satan’s lie that was holding them captive. Then I simply asked Jesus to show them the truth and stepped back to let Him do the rest. What followed was always a deeply personal and forever healing encounter, much as you have described. He knows each of us intimately and just how to communicate with us in the way that will bypass our head and reach straight into our heart. Over and over I witnessed the quiet miracle of people going from a place of bitter tears and deepest pain to total peace – it was the holiest ground I’ve ever had the privilege to walk on.

    No friend, I would never, ever doubt this encounter you had with living Truth. I myself have seen time and again in my life and the lives of others that He really is THAT good!

    He is risen!

  2. See how few words can save one from themselves. I support you in your search for peace. You allowed your mind to open and accept the message. You can do it again and accept the leadership of the Great Spirit who has many names.

  3. Steven, Your reflections are wonderful. I’m an Episcopal priest and I read ALOT of reflections, so trust me when I say yours are terrific. Thank you for sharing your vulnerability and humanity with complete strangers. Being one of them, it’s a real gift.

    I’m walking a portion of the Camino during a sabbatical next year and am both excited and terrified by what God will reveal. But that’s what Easter is all about, isn’t it? Resurrection through cross and ascension. Happy Easter! Be well, and thanks again!

    Meredith Heffner

    Sent from my iPad


  4. All I can say is “Wow!” And Thank You for sharing, and the gift of your words. Easter is the advent of a clean slate, a chance to KNOW that Jesus not only suffered and died for us — but He came back to us ALIVE offering us all that clean slate on which to write the new course of our lives WITH HIM if we just believe… So simple and yet so tough for so many caught up in the world… Thanks again Steven. Love your writing!

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