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  • Debbie
    You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander ... open, ... an ... only the triumphant triplet: Holy, Holy, holy. ... morning when the Lord opened a window
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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.
      > >>
      > >> 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.
      > >>
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