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. .
And, 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.
This message works on the day you ! receive it.
To some it may sound dumb, but the person who sent this to me was
impressed with its timing. Let us see if it is true.
ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call
them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.
Pass this on to your true friends. SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TODAY. SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR.
14 comments on 11:35 Am: to All My Blogster Friends
Add a comment
To add comments without entering your email and image verification, you must be logged in. Login or Join Blogster
Well, I thank you for giving us something else to smile about. I and my fellow angels forgive you for the exuberances you lavished upon the sources of goodness. We were not actually harmed by the suggestions of glorious scenes and sacred music. In fact, they rather broke the tedium of what had so far been a rather uneventful day. But then, that's what us angels do best . . . we're big on forgiveness. If I may be permitted a light-hearted metaphor . . . Forgiveness is the "Miracle Grow" of angel wings, which maybe explains why we're so quick to forgive. (I don't know what it is about us angels and wings. We certainly don't need them to fly about from place to place. Maybe I'll understand after I'm promoted from second class.)
So long. And have a nice day.