Imagine you are walking down the street one day in your hometown when suddenly, you hear the sound of a trumpet. It is so loud, and the note is so urgent that it instantly commands your attention, drawing your sight in a beeline to a spot in the sky above you. In that instant you become rooted in spot, unable to move and transfixed on the spectacle unfolding above you.
Even though the sky had been mostly clear, it now had grown suddenly dark, like the house lights going down just before curtain. Heavy clouds now encompass the sky with a silvery sheen. Yet directly above, a golden circle is forming and widening as the clouds fold back. Another jarring blast from the trumpet heralds a red silhouette that appears in the expanding golden circle. It is the figure of a man riding a horse, which rears up causing red streaks to run from the image across the sky in all directions, tearing the clouds to reveal gashes of golden light above them. A third trumpet blast, turns the rider brilliant white as the clouds fall away in pieces and a vast army is revealed behind Him, arrayed in pure light. The rider charges forward, followed by the Angelic Host as the Earth braces for judgement.
During such an event, you would not be aware of yourself any longer; you would not be aware of those around you witnessing the same thing; you would not be aware that this happening was even being experienced by people in-doors, whose ceilings are superseded by visions of the Glory above; you would not be aware that all the people you love, know and ever heard about were all experiencing the same event at the same moment; You would not be aware that the whole planet was experiencing birth pains. However, you would be aware that time had stopped and that you were personally impacted by what was unfolding.
In that moment there will be one of two possible reactions on display on every human face: tormented anguish or rapturous joy. The vast majority are tormented and fall to the ground, shrieking in terror as the Heavenly Host descend, desperately trying to hide under their arms while peering up at the spectacle. While standing sporadically among those bent down in terror are those few in “rapture” who are extending their arms high with faces aglow in wonderment and joy, as they focus on the Rider at the fore, leading His angelic army.
The joy of the Redeemed breaks the silence as they are overcome by the realization that their King has finally returned, as He said He would and as His Word described. They lift their voices in praise and adoration of their Lord, singing together a song that springs from their hearts and has never been heard before. A song of faith handed down by parent to child, one generation after another, for two-thousand years, resulting in a small but dedicated flock who had oil in their laps and were patiently awaiting the return of The King.
Posted by 
Spirit Quest Garden 