WHEN CHRIST COMES - - -
WHEN CHRIST COMES - - -
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 whence came
the light begins to tumble a river of color spiking
crystals of 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. . .
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