O Father, Your Word paints a glorious picture of You returning to judge Your people!
I can see it in my mind’s eye as a massive, wall-sized painting with rays of light gleaming from Your figure, and shadows playing in the storm clouds around You with strikes of lightening flashing out. Just like one of the old masters’ painting – like Michelangelo’s ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
Or maybe as a majestic motion picture, with powerful, turbulent action between the fire and the oncoming storm like Cecil B. DeMille’s Ten Commandments.
When I speak Your Words, the action begins in my mind’s eye as You appear in slow motion: “The Mighty One… God… The Lord… You speak and summon the earth…You are perfect in beauty, You shine forth…A fire devours before You and around You a tempest rages…the heavens proclaim Your Righteousness.” The most beautiful, powerful being imaginable appears in the sky, advancing slowly.
Flames precede You, lashing out with almost blinding light and incredible heat. And around You, clouds, dark and terrible, build; billowing and blowing, roiling up and out, far and wide, with flashes of lightening streaking across the sky.
From the darkness of the storm, rays of light shine forth out of Your very being. Your voice thunders through the heavens and rumbles down to the earth causing the rocks and ground to tremble. And in the background, the booming voices of ten thousand angels singing out, glorifying You!
“The heavens proclaim His righteousness” and I fall on my knees in reverence to join in the praise to honor You.
What a day of rejoicing that will be! To be in Your presence. To see You in Your glory. What a powerful vision! To You, I offer all my praise. Amen