Yes, I too have met Jesus of Nazareth. I stayed three days in the pages of Kahlil Gibran and Jesus was there and I spent many hours with him. And I listened to him speak and many people passed by and I breathed and drank of their culture. I felt their west wind on by face and walked in their olive groves.
These people knew Jesus the man; some briefly, yet he had touched their lives, and some knew him well yet in a sense they never knew him.
In this land the eternal spirit springs and the people are still connected to the earth. The west wind blows and touches their souls. I sit in the garden of Kahlil and listen as Jesus laughs and jokes with his friends yet I can see the sadness of eternity in his eyes, the wisdom and the joy. And as I behold this thing my heart fills up and overflows and the feeling pours forth like honey.
Wild flowers bloom on the hillside. He touches them, uses them in his teaching. The spirit of humanity is all around.
I had known Jesus before, but I knew him as Lord and Saviour, I knew him as God. And whilst my mind told me that he was also man, I knew it not in my heart. For I come from a distant time in a far off land that even the Romans would not recognise.