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The Day the Sky Fell
by Larry Carter The clouds rolled over themselves a thousand times, the torrent of rain camouflaged the tears, and trains flew, and cars swam, and boats filled the streets, but most of all, the moon hastened its gaze on me. The sphere of light was three feet from my own eyes. "Could this be happening to me?" And I jumped. The year was A.D. 2121, the nations collided in war, and Christians like me were only but a grain in the sands of the world. Little did I know that all of this would change very soon. How long would this earth rebel against Him? How much persecution would we face when the world created life out of greed and filth, and we were left giving life in faith and righteousness? The call to glory would be approaching, becoming real to us, and longing for it, we gave our submission. The Lord would call the angels to their posts, as they prepared and strengthened themselves for the day that the sky would fall. I woke from my sleep on the third of some month (calendars being banished frustrated sufficiently), and engaging in a morning prayer to my God gave me strength for another day to come. Lord only knows I would need it. The first thing I could hear as I entered the common-sized kitchen in my mediocre apartment was the whirring of the refrigerator making its icy rounds. I sat down at the table and stared into my hands for a while, just praying to God I might make it through another day. As early as it was, five o'clock was walking time for me. The moon shed its light on the creatures below, but looking at it closer made me wonder if it had always appeared that large. Pushing the thought from mind, I noticed the wind beginning to pick up slightly. The sweaty palms of my hands were decidedly secured in my pockets, and my unkempt hair shook pleasantly in the new gust. My sneakers scuffed against the poorly laid sidewalk, but I was tired, so I didn't mind dragging my feet. The street was lined with bare trees, branching crookedly into the sky; the street lights began to flicker off and on again and again, almost as if they couldn't make up their minds. The hypocrites and atheists began emerging from their caves of filth, but oddly enough, the moon still glared brightly as it reached midday. It was almost beckoning them to come. Suddenly, a tall building from a few miles away began to collapse from top to bottom. People began yelling, screaming, running, doing anything. Looking around to find the problem, I fixed my eyes toward the heavens. The stars were, seemingly, descending from under the clouds. The sparkling diamonds were teardrops in my hand, but were quickly faded as I heard someone yell, "My ears! The pressure!" People were writhing on the ground holding the sides of their head in pain. But oddly enough, I wasn't affected by it. Just then, the earth shook, animals I had never seen before ran through the streets, and water leaked from the sewer drains. Seeing the water beginning to rise rapidly, I ran to where I knew was highest, the bridge. Something big was happening. I sprinted furiously, stars softening their hands on my cheeks, buildings exploding left and right, oceans filling streets, chaos demanding control. I reached the bridge and climbed; I don't know why I climbed, but I did and was so sure I would fall. I had never done anything like this before, but I would climb to the top of this extension bridge, I would. I grasped the rungs on the poles and ascended through clouds, clouds! Rain soaked my soul, thunder echoed its toll, and I had finally, exhaustedly, made it to the pinnacle of the bridge. And I stood, perched on one single pole. Crying out to God, I stared down at the ruin and destruction of all that was and ever would be earth. I felt His call; I could feel His leading. The sight was a beautiful death. And the clouds rolled over themselves a thousand times, and the torrent of rain camouflaged my tears, and trains flew! And cars swam! And boats filled the shattered streets. But more than all of that, the moon hastened its gaze upon me. The sphere of light being three feet from my own eyes I cried, "Could this be happening to me?" The world ceased to be, and I jumped. And it is my privilege from God to recount to you the events of this story, the day that the sky fell. *Note: I, in no way, believe that this event may ever or never happen. I believe God's promise to Noah, and I hope my imagination does not bring a false perception of my opinions. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |