Okay, this is going to sound weird, but here goes. Sometimes when I’m taking a shower, I hear what sounds like trumpets blowing off in the distance.
The first time I heard it, I ignored it because of course no one’s blowing a trumpet in my house. The next time, I turned the water off and listened. Nothing. And the third time, I got to thinking.
What if it were an angel blowing the trumpet for the coming of Christ. How fast could I get dried off and pull my clothes on? What would I do? What would anyone do? I wrote a short story about this once. One guy grabs his camera. The other one’s wondering if he’s one of the chosen few.
Now I know whatever I heard wasn’t an angel heralding the biggest event ever. But what will that grand return be like?
(If you’re not a Christian, you might not be aware of this, but Jesus explicitly says that he will be back. Arnold Schwarzenegger seriously has nothing on the King of Kings.)
So what will it be like? Scary, I think. Despite the fact of God’s love, I still think it will be terrifying. Just like death is frightening, even though I believe there’s more to come.
“Yes, it is as you say,” Jesus replied. “But I say to you: In the future you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.” Mark 14:62
If you’ve seen one too many sci-fi films, the coming of Christ might look like an asteroid or some other apocalyptic world destroying event, but it’s not supposed to be the end. It’s supposed to be the picture of a shepherd coming for his sheep or a mother hen gathering her chicks. It’s supposed to be the beginning.
I believe it will be. I can’t prove this to you, and most likely I will have already gone on and discovered the world beyond the grave by the time the trumpets blow, but I can tell you that I don’t just believe because of wishful thinking or because I close my eyes to science.
No. I’ve asked the same questions everyone else has. I’ve read the articles. Sat in the classroom. Listened to the mind of reason. And still the only satisfactory answer I’ve found comes from the Bible and from the lives of men and women who’ve gone before me. Who’ve lived and died believing.
When I make up my pro/con list, one side is definitely heavier. But even if it weren’t, I know from my own experience. God rescued me. Saved me. Brought me out of a pit where I lay dying—slowly fading away. He set my feet on solid ground and told me to live.
He is coming back.
And if I happen to be showering when that happens, then I’ll grab my towel and fall to my knees.
Will you be ready? Will you be clothed in righteousness and thankful to be loved?