You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know.. So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors open, and people are
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander
to the game you want to see or meal you want to
eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever
heard fills the air. The sound is high above you.
A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You
don't know, but you want to know.. So you pull
over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do,
you see you aren't the only curious one. The
roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors open,
and people are
staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the
grocery store. The Little League baseball game
across the street has come to a halt. Players and
parents are searching the clouds. And what they
see, and what you see, has never before been
seen. As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of
the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto
the earth. There are no shadows. None. From every
hue ever seen and a million more never seen.
Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels.
They pass through the curtains one myriad at a
time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.North. South. East. West. Thousands of silvery
wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound
of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and
seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.. The final
flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-
bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join
the angels in worship.
Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are
silent, leaving only the triumphant triplet: Holy,
holy, holy. Between each word is a pause. With
each word, a profound reverence. You hear your
voice join in the chorus. You don't know why you
say the words, but you know you must.Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The
angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and
there He is. Jesus.
Through waves of light you see the silhouetted
figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great
stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing
cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded
by his declaration:
I am the Alpha and the Omega.
their crowns. And before you is a Figure so
consuming that you know, instantly you know:
Nothing else matters. Forget stock markets and
school reports. Sales meetings and football games
. Nothing is newsworthy.. All that mattered,
matters no more.... for Christ has come.
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