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.
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.
