Physical & Emotional Abuse Support Group
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You're 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.
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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.
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> >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.
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> North. South. East. West.
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> 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
>a ngels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude
>of souls who join the angels in worship.
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> 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.
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> Suddenly, the heavens are quiet.
>All is quiet. The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and
>there He is. Jesus.
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> Through waves of light you see
>the silhouetted fig ure 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:
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> I am the Alpha and the Omega.
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> 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.
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>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
>a ngels 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 fig ure 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.
>
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beautiful!!and so true
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So hard to believe, but I must and if he really does exist than sucide can'tt be taht bad if you ask for forgivness first. Death will be better or on the other hand death would be worse. Oh god I''m really depressed, hopelessly, hopeless. I will pray for strngth and forgivness
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
