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Inspiring Hope!
 
You're    in  your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you
want  to se e 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 c urtain, 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
,  r  iding  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. Forg et 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.
 
From:  Ken B. a poet at WC.
 
   
Posted to Religious by Que Clingerman @ 7:08 am EST

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