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-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!!!!
I can’t wait! I know this will come true one day,and it will be AMAZING!
For every knee shall bow and every tongue will confess that JESUS CHRIST IS LORD!!!!
by Peachey
