Saturday, February 28, 2009

Spiritual Sunday - When Christ Comes

I'm playing the piano for worship this morning. I fill in when I'm needed. It's always hard to get up early, but I don't like to be stagnant in my playing.

Anyhow, I just started reading Max Lucado's When Christ Comes Again. I'm going to let you read an excerpt from the very beginning. It roped me in to the book so quickly and really made me think about how I felt about Jesus returning. Read and think about how it makes you feel. It's long, but once you start reading - you want to continue.

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 up 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 the light 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...


WOW. How does it make you feel? The book goes on to detail all of the negative emotions we might feel, fear, discomfort, disappointment, panic...I was searching the pages for a description of my emotion as a read the words...excitement. Yes, it scares me...Yes I want to see my baby go up and when I think about it, I really don't know if I'm ready to leave the planet and go to heaven. BUT I DO KNOW - that when that happens, the SECOND it happens, I'm going to be jumping out of my SKIN to touch my Jesus...to be with him...to fall on my face before him. 

It's scary to stand accountable for the wrongs you've done but that's why Jesus died...so that death no longer has a hold on our sin. 

Lucado goes on to mention that Jesus does NOT want us to fear his return. He's not a monster coming back. In fact, he says in John 14: "Don't let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust in me...I will come back and take you with me." (v. 1, 3)

Ahh...what will that day be like. How does it make YOU feel?

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