January 8, 2009

Every Thought...

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 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-haired elders and a multitude of souls who join the
angels in worship. 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...Christ has come.

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