Holy Holy Holy

I was sent this email this morning. It was quite timely in fact. Things haven't been so great for me lately. It reminded me of what my future holds...and that's all I needed to know as I woke.



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 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.


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?


Author Unknown