Hi Phil,

I have seen this before, and it is beautiful, because it's totally 
loving to think about that possibility.

It's always good to  see it again, because it reminds us of how it 
will be when we get to Heaven, and Meet Jesus in the Air.

Blessings,

Pat Ferguson

At 09:21 PM 4/15/2009, you wrote:
>This isn't exactly Biblically or theologically correct but it is 
>worth reading regardless.
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>Phil.
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>>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.
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>>As if the sky was a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant
>>light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None.
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>> 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.
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>>North. South. East. West.
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>>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.
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>>Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels turn, you turn,
>>the entire world turns and there He is. Jesus.
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>>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:
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>>I am the Alpha and the Omega..
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>>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.
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