No One Will Miss It
Matthew 24:30 "Then, the Arrival of the Son of Man! It will fill the skies - no one will miss it. Unready people all over the world, outsiders to the splendor and power, will raise a huge lament as they watch the Son of Man blazing out of heaven"__The Message
Back in November of '06 a precious brother emailed this excerpt from Max Lucado's book. It seems as though, without looking, I may be repeating this entry from early in the year. Maybe I'm hoping and wanting. It had such an impact on me I didn't delete it and will remember it and read it from time to time. There is no doubt that the experience when we see Him face to face will not be described in our present language or words. Where we see Him in our 'new birth' into heaven or we see Him 'blazing out of heaven', I can only imagine. I will be speechless and in awe and on my face trembling until He lifts me up to wipe my tears from my face. WOW!!
Here's a visual that ought to stay with you!
WHEN CHRIST COMES - - - by Max Lucado"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."
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I can only imagine, until that day comes, when I see Him face to face.
This entire entry came out of my thoughts of missing Him as He walks by, now. Even as we desire His return, don't miss Him and experience Him now. And for now we have been called to work in the harvest for Him.
Video & Song
'I Can Only Imagine' Mercy Me
http://youtube.com/watch?v=2FS5GYvg6uU&feature=related
I need to clear my eyes to see where I'm going after watching this.
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