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Just Look Up; Your King is Coming!!
WHEN CHRIST COMES------by Max Lucado
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wonder, to the game you want to see or the 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 road side has become a parking lot. Car doors are open and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the stores. The Little League baseball gameacross the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds. And what do 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 lightbegins to tumble a river of color 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 and 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 reverance. You hear your voice join in the chorus. You don't know why you say these 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 billowing clouds. 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 ball games. Nothing is news worthy.. All that mattered, matters no more...
For Christ Jesus has come.
Just Look Up; Your King is Coming!!
WHEN CHRIST COMES------by Max Lucado
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wonder, to the game you want to see or the 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 road side has become a parking lot. Car doors are open and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the stores. The Little League baseball gameacross the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds. And what do 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 lightbegins to tumble a river of color 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 and 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 reverance. You hear your voice join in the chorus. You don't know why you say these 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 billowing clouds. 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 ball games. Nothing is news worthy.. All that mattered, matters no more...
For Christ Jesus has come.
