What if...

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 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. .

Doesn't that just give you the chills? What a wonderful and glorious day that will be!