What a serious thing it is to fall into the hands of the living God. Dreadful, powerful, necessary. As Jesus said, better to fall on the rock and be broken, than to have the rock fall on you and you be crushed to pieces. What a joy it will be on that great and terrible day of the Lord, the day He will split the sky with a shout and descend like a conquering King, the ultimate champion’s title emblazoned on His leg, the same color as His eyes of fire, while a sword comes forth from His mouth to bring retribution on His enemies.

What a joy that I will be behind Him and not in front of Him! No spectacle on earth could compare to that great event, as the sun and moon are darkened to allow for the shining of the brilliant one. And how terrible will be His jealousy, for it will be a bridegroom’s fury as He comes to destroy the one who has touched the apple of His eye. Woe to the enemy of the King on His wedding day. He shall be consumed by the breath of His mouth.

What a joy that I will be behind Him and not in front of Him! For as Mark 13, Matt 24, 1 Thess 4, and 1 Cor. 15 so beautifully describe, in the twinkling of an eye, at the sounding of the last trumpet and the voice of the archangel, my body shall be gloriously changed, transformed, and raptured up to fulfill Jesus high-priestly prayer in John 17 - “Father, I desire that they would be with me where I am.” I will be taken up to be with Him where He is, and then taken down with Him to where He will be going, to establish righteousness on the earth through an increasing government from Jerusalem that will have no end (Isa. 2).

Oh, the wonder of meditating on being His on that great and terrible day! For many will cry out for the rocks to fall on them and kill them, but they will not. The Rock of Ages, instead will crush them to pieces. Lord Jesus, may I fall on you now!