I always loved singing the song, "When the saints go marching in" and I imagined, as I sang, what it would be like to be "in that number" as the song says. I never imagined, however, that we would come to that point in time, only to discover that the church is as unprepared for his appearance as Israel was when he first appeared. I imagined us in the throws of a magnificent revival, getting ready to dance our way into heaven. I imagined us all clothed in white, with golden crowns and gold shoes, because that is what I saw each time I had a vision of the rapture.
But as I look out over the earth in the spirit realm, it is Islam, not the church who is wearing gold shoes and clothed in white, and Israel is clothed in darkness. God's two witnesses have been murdered in Jerusalem, but even in our darkest hour, there is promise of a resurrection, there is yet hope, for those who would be hopeful. Saints of God, let's be numbered among the faithful, the priests of God, the raptured. Hallelujah, Amen.