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02-15-2008, 05:07 PM
>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 drape s 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 profo und 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 Chris t 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 Ch ris t has come.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he
> asked: My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
>
>
>
> I responded: "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".
>
>
>
> The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but not its
> end.
>
>
>
> 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 drape s 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 profo und 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 Chris t 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 Ch ris t has come.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he
> asked: My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
>
>
>
> I responded: "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".
>
>
>
> The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but not its
> end.
>
>
>