War in the Heavens
Sounds of War in the Heavens
Are battles being waged in the heavens?
Strange Sounds from the Heavens
As I walked home alone from our little league baseball game, it wasn't losing the game or even missing that pop fly that landed right next to me that held my thoughts. It was those strange sounds of blasting trumpets that seemed to come from the clouds high above the ball field.
They should have done that pitch over, everyone was so focused on those trumpets blasting from heaven, even the boy who hit the ball forgot to run. I could hardly have been expected to concentrate enough to catch that pop fly. For Pete's sake even the announcer was talking about those strange sounds, not about the baseball game.
But what in heaven's name were those blasted trumpets? And where in the world did they come from? There wasn't a thing in the sky above us, except a billowy cloud a mile or more in the heavens.
As I walked along headed towards my home down by the river, I pondered all these unusual events. I stopped at Earl's gas station and got an orange Crush soda out of the drink machine. Mmmm, but that's awfully refreshing, and tastes so great after a hard ball game.
I thought that I'd better hurry along, as it was going to be dark in thirty minutes or so. When I heard the most god awful crashing sound, as if a locomotive train hit a car broadside. I looked both ways up and down the road, but there wasn't even any traffic. Come to think of it, I'm at least five miles away from the railroad tracks. That crashing noise sounded like it was directly over my head. Just what in the hell is going on around here today?
I set my bottle in the steel beams of the bridge girders, looked both ways and trotted across the river bridge, so as not to get caught crossing this narrow bridge when a car may come barreling around the bend.
I had just gotten across, when sounds of metal slamming against metal reverberated through the air, startling me so badly I jumped over the rail to hide. I raised my head to peek up and down the road again, at nothing but empty roads both ways.
There it goes again, that loud clanging, almost like a sword fight. That's when I see the sky being drawn back, as if it's a stage curtain, revealing a battle between...I don't believe this ...a sword fight between what appears to be an angel and demon. I froze with sheer terror griping my body, unable to move, except for my legs that were trembling uncontrollably.
A glorious angel that appeared mighty and magnificent was sparring and slashing his shining sword against a deformed and hideous creature that could only be a demon. The angel seemed not to even strain, as he met every attack brought on by a ferocious opponent, like an expert sparring with his trainee.
Swords crashing against one another with sparks flying repeatedly, until the angelic figure blocked a swing wide and reached in grabbing the demon by the throat. The angel leaned in to sternly speak words in the demon's face, that though audible, I couldn't quite make out. Like a loudspeaker roaring, but facing the other direction, the words seemed garbled even as they roared.
Just as I thought that things looked to go in the angel's favor, two much smaller, nasty, evil orc-like things jumped on the angel's back and legs, viciously biting and clawing on his body. New fears ran through my body like fire in my veins, at the thought of these evil-beings winning the day. As if the angel heard my thoughts, he seemed to glance over his shoulder into my eyes for only a milli-second, with his entire countenance smiling comfort to me.
No sooner had I thought this, when he let go of the demon's throat, thrusting his broadsword into his mid-section. Almost in the same motion he reached up, tearing the orc off his back and throwing him into the arc of the demon's sword swing, causing him to be almost cut in half. The orc on his leg scurried away just in time to avoid what would surely have been a fatal blow.
This whole battle seemed to sound in my ears, but in a dream-like state as if echoing in my ears. Just then this mighty, radiant angel turned to me, throwing another glance into my very soul, as if he was saying that he had more pressing matters to attend to, that this ambush was just to keep him from his God directed mission.
Then he burst away from me, heading eastward towards Jerusalem in what appeared to be a shooting star even in broad daylight. I watched this star blast away for only a second or two, as the curtain that allowed me a glimpse into this supernatural dimension closed as quickly as it had opened.
All fear left me, as if all it took was a comforting look from this awesome defender of all that was good and Godly to reassure my soul of the outcome of this battle. On the rest of my walk home, I was left in an awesome shock, that even though I had answers to the questions of those heavenly sounds, they were things I might never be able to tell, at least in this lifetime.
I wondered if this was entirely a heavenly battle, or a prelude to earthly clashes that would be extensions of that heavenly battle between the forces of good and evil?
Just an after thought:
This little short story was inspired by the above video and this magazine article at "Prophecy in the News." http://www.prophecyinthenews.com/sounds-out-of-heaven/ I've found this to be a great place to get a level-headed view of how current events work into the fulfillment of end-times prophecies, even when we don't always agree.