"Then he will send out the angels and gather his elect," Mark 13:27.
Man, O man! Jesus presses on with dire words relentlessly, doesn't he? So after the worst tribulation ever: When you run for your life, get out of town, escape to the mountains, barely flee with the shirt on your back, hope you're not pregnant or nursing a baby, or that it's not winter time. Yeah. After that time (spoiler alert: does not get better), the sun will go dark. The moon won't shine. Stars will fall. Sky powers will tremble. Then. (And only then.) Every one will see the Son of Man coming in clouds in power and glory. Then. (And only then.) He will send angels out to collect his chosen from wherever they've scattered in time and space. God bends every event to his order.
So we meet with a brother or sister today fixing eyes upon the Risen Christ. And together we give thanks that he will see us through every lousy event of this planet.
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