The seventh trumpet is the last. If this were a rock concert, the warm-up bands, the wannabees, have finished their gigs. The main event is about to take the stage. The performer everyone has paid to see is about to step up to the mic.
A loud voice in heaven announces the next event and the twenty-four elders once again abandon their thrones in awe and wonder, prostrating themselves before God and praising him for what they perceive is about to transpire.
John’s readers’ hearts beat with anticipation. Their eyes are wide with wonder, and they clap their hands with joy. Suddenly the curtain rises, and they see the spiritual temple in heaven and the Ark of the Covenant. The drama of all the ages is about to begin. The heavens ignite with joy and the clouds call out to one another in thunderous antiphonal choruses. The earth dances with glee and its winds churn out icy confetti in a rapturous gala unequalled in all of history.
A loud voice in heaven announces the next event and the twenty-four elders once again abandon their thrones in awe and wonder, prostrating themselves before God and praising him for what they perceive is about to transpire.
John’s readers’ hearts beat with anticipation. Their eyes are wide with wonder, and they clap their hands with joy. Suddenly the curtain rises, and they see the spiritual temple in heaven and the Ark of the Covenant. The drama of all the ages is about to begin. The heavens ignite with joy and the clouds call out to one another in thunderous antiphonal choruses. The earth dances with glee and its winds churn out icy confetti in a rapturous gala unequalled in all of history.
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