I’ve got one of those new-fangled iPhones, which will do everything except butter your toast. It has GPS and a map. I can read my Facebook, send text messages, tell SIRI (the electronic secretary) to make a call or remind me later of some appointment. The iPhone takes high resolution photos and can store hundreds. I can even use it to make phone calls through my car stereo system.
I was posting pictures to Facebook one day while visiting Mama, when suddenly I heard a trumpet call. The thought flashed through my mind, “Is that the Lord Jesus Christ, returning with the sound of the trumpet?” I can’t explain the excitement that gripped my heart, along with a wide mixture of emotions.
I wasn’t immediately raptured, but I wasn’t too worried since my 95-year-old saintly mother was still sitting there across from me, alive and well. If anyone is going to go to heaven, it will be my mother, who has faithfully served the Lord Jesus Christ for 80 years. However, I couldn’t figure out where that sound came from. I called my two sisters each and laughingly told them about it all. The first thing out of each of their mouths was, “Is it the Lord’s Return?”
Several weeks later, I was again at Mama’s house. I was taking pictures and when I posted the first one to Facebook my iPhone sounded, “Tah, tah, tah, taaaah, ta-da,” like “Charge!’ The sound was attached to my Facebook program on my iPhone so that when I posted, it made a sound to tell me it was successful.
“For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus shall we ever be with the Lord. Therefore comfort one another with these words.” I Thessalonians 4:16-18.
I guess the Lord was giving me preliminary practice for the great Day of the Lord when He will return to take His children home to heaven.