----- Original Message ----- From: "Penney Wilfort" <[email protected]> To: "Cynthia Groopman" <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, March 14, 2009 9:41 AM Subject: The day is here!
> For you > > > 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, Ho ly, 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. 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 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, but the person who sent this to > me was impr essed with its timing. 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. > Unknown > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/DBILG?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
