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 skies 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.
The angels bow their heads. The elders remove 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.
'Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this message, their
family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much'.
Pass this on to your true friends.
