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Rapture: A Mini Story.

 

Rapture. A Mini Story




1 Thessalonians 4:13-18


"Our brothers and sisters, we want you to know the truth about those who have died, so that you will not be sad, as are those who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will take back with Jesus those who have died believing in Him. What we are teaching you now is the Lord's teaching: we who are alive on the day the Lord comes will not go ahead of those who have died. There will be the shout of command, the archangels voice, the sound of God's trumpet, and the Lord Himself will come down from heaven. Those who have died believing in Christ will rise to life first; then we who are living at that time will be gathered up along with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will always be with the Lord. So then encourage one another with these words."

Maria listened intently to the preacher as he read the passage from the Bible. I don't remember reading that part. Could it be true? Was the Lord really going fetch His children? She'd always imagined that the only way to Heaven was through death, but now, the preacher was talking about an event called the Rapture. He acknowledged that the word Rapture did not occur in the English translation, but insisted that it would be happening soon; perhaps in their lifetime.

She took notes while her eyes kept drifting back to the Scriptures. Each word brought both gladness as well as a sense of urgency.

When Maria exited the church, she noticed that the street lights had already come on. She greeted the pastor and her fellow church goers hastily, before getting into her car. The dashboard lit up, and she saw that it was only eight 'o clock. Good. Mom goes to bed at nine. 

The sense of urgency grew as Maria turned into her parents' driveway. It was time she shared the Gospel with them. Jesus could return tonight....


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Copyright: Alison Lawrence

May God bless and keep you.

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