26 April, 2009

Behold He Comes

You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the rising costs of gasoline, electricity and now even water has increased by 30% over last year.


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.


Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is.. Jesus Christ. Lord of Hosts.


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, rising costs and school reports. Sales meetings and football games.. Nothing is newsworthy.. All that mattered, matters no more.. For Christ has come.

And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses. From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords. (Revelation 19)


3 comments:

Thy Peace said...

Amen.

Kathleen said...

Hallelujah! I dream of the Day we stand together to see Jesus and sing His praises in unity.

I love this song when Twila Paris sings it.

Anonymous said...

Hi Kathleen! Great to hear from you!

Lin