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Subject: Fwd: FW: 12-31 07 5:30pm.
Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2008 21:10:16 +0000



Freda Wade <fswade@...> wrote:
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Subject: FW: 12-31 07 5:30pm.
Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2008 15:56:21 -0500






From: Don Karres [mailto:dkarres@...]
Sent: Monday, December 31, 2007 6:34 PM
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Subject: Fw: 12-31 07 5:30pm.




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.


























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.


























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 impressed
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.


























Pass this on to your true friends. SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TODAY.
SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR.


























THIS IS NOT A JOKE; SOMEONE WILL CALL YOU BY PHONE OR WILL SPEAK TO YOU
ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU WERE WAITING TO HEAR. DO NOT BREAK THIS CHAIN. SEND
IT
TO A MINIMUM OF 4 PEOPLE.


































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