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

Please let me know the exact time you read this. It is
mystical--honest.

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?

I responded: 'Lord please; take car e of the person
who is reading this message, their family and their
special friends. They deserve it and I love them very
much'.

The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its
beginnings but not its end.

This message works on the day you receive it.

Note: I just received this message from a friend through email. :)