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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 are 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 whence
came The light begins to tumble a river of color spiking Crystals of 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.
Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, And sound Of the
trumpets, you can hear the
Cherubim and seraphim's 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.
The angels bow their heads.
The elders remove their crowns.
And before you is a Figure so consuming that 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.
The Lord Jesus Christ Coming in the Clouds
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