8:26 am

8:26 a.m.

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.

And, please put the exact time you read this in the subject line
before sending. 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 care 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.
To some it may sound dumb,
Let us see if it is true.

ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call
them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.