beautiful transcendence

From dregs to royalty, from ashes to majesty, in the blink of an eye, and a flash of wonder, we are caught up. So swiftly, so perfectly, everything that went wrong and stayed wrong with us vanished. Our shoes, glasses, pants, cavity fillings, pace makers and wrist watches fell to the ground. The lovers holding hands on the park bench under the autumn leaves, the boy riding his bicycle home, the girl and her mother in the supermarket, all gone, just like that. A shrill of static and excitement fly through the air. This marks the genesis to an ending of totality, paving the way for all things new.

Onlookers gaze in shock as the world they once knew it is forever changed, and swiftly dying. At first, nothing dwells in the hearts of men, that are so easily captivated by the mundaneness of routine, but then panic and dread fill their eyes. The king they have so desperately sought after to bring peace and oneness to the nations will rise up, giving them a mark to assure them of equality. What they don't see is this is not the King. These will become volatile and troublesome times. A new era of surveillance and population control has begun. A system of credit and submission. A world of complete depravity. And the worst of it, no one is left to give them hope, or good news of redemption for the next three and a half years. Altogether, the world is left all alone.

These are the things to come. These are the events to take place after I've gone. I will not die, I will be caught up in love. My Jesus will bring me home. Soli Deo Gloria