Perhaps today

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.

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.

The above words were penned and shared from Evangelist and Missionary Reggie Thomas. Sounds like a good piece to use in a sermon. Perhaps a sermon series on the 2nd Coming!! Last weekend James Hansee did an outstanding job with part 2 of our current Watching for The One series. Hope to see you this weekend for the final installment! (If he doesn’t come before then!)

We have a ton of ministry outreach love we want to extend this weekend as well. We have food pantry bags to distribute (we feed hundreds now!) and clothing will be collected for our annual clothing giveaway. Please bring some clothes with you in a bag to worship service (marked by size if possible on the outside), and drop off at a trailer in the back driveway – someone will be there to assist you. We also want to provide shoes for our neighborhood kids as they prepare to go back to school. Info on how to do that will be on a special flier you’ll be given at service if you want to participate. This Saturday we also have our Rt. 128 highway cleanup (meet at church at 8 am). WCCC is also assisting with a Habitat for Humanity project on Saturday!! All for The ONE!

Glad we are watching, waiting, and working till He comes.


P.S. It’s not too late to sign up for this Saturday’s one-day Experiencing Christ class. Register to participate by going to our website and signing up on the online registration page by Friday (no cost to attend and no childcare provided). It’s also not too late to get a ticket for Faith Day at the Reds game this Sunday, July 31. Men’s ministry leader Dave Nash has a few single tickets left. If you want one, please contact him today at 513-404-4075.


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