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.



Max Lucado