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 was 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 angels 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 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 as 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.
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked: My child, what is your greatest desire for today?
I responded: 'Lord please; take care of my family, my friends, the person who is reading this message , their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much'.
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but not its end.
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 was 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 angels 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 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 as 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.
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked: My child, what is your greatest desire for today?
I responded: 'Lord please; take care of my family, my friends, the person who is reading this message , their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much'.
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but not its end.
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