JOSHUA TIME 742

9:26a.m.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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. From whence 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.
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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 angels 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.
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> The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is.
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> Jesus.
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> Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King.
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> He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud.
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> 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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> And, please let me know the exact time you read this. It is
> mystical--honest
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> This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and
> he
> asked:
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> My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
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> 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"
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> The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but Not
> its end.
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> This message works on the day you receive it.
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> 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.
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> ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call
> them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.
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> Pass this on to your true friends. SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU
> TODAY. SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR.
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> 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