The Angels

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.

Please let me know the exact time you read this. It is mystical--
honest.

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.