Wednesday, September 12, 2007

This is really good

I don't normally get into the "forewording" mail stuff, but this was something I recieved yesterday that I truly found amazing. Whoever wrote this truly has a gift! Read it and see what you think!!

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.
>

1 comment:

Sharon said...

I long for this day.