His Kingdom Come

My wife shared this video. It is the story of the miraculous healing of Jaxon Taylor, the son of Bethel Music leaders Joel and Janine. This story inspired one of Bethel's most recent and powerful songs, Raise a Hallelujah. Throughout the video there are images of what I think are the closest anyone could imagine heaven to be like - people caught up in waves of simultaneous corporate and individual worship to the King of Kings. There are truly some beautiful scenes in this video that captured my heart. I tried to describe what I saw with my heart. Enjoy.

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His Kingdom Come 

The guitars trilled, the drums whispered vibratos, and the microphones hissed with excitement. The band readied itself. The air was electric tonight, and the crowd sensed something extraordinary was about to happen. The keys started to riff the sweetest of melodies, the most mellifluous tones that touched the ear. The other instruments joined in perfect harmony - other-worldly percussion hits followed by masterfully placed chords. The singers pursed their lips until out flowed thankful and pure lyrics, giving glory to the Only One. What were these words but sounds in the night air? If there were no ears to hear, then they would just echo eternally into space. But not tonight. There were millions at hand tonight, and billions more listening and watching live. Those words sliced through the air like snakes over hot desert sands, amplifying wave after sound wave into each and every heart. The Spirit moved. Each who heard the great song that night joined in perfect praise to the Worthy One. It was a scene of untold beauty that no artist’s heart could dream or contrive. Millions upon millions of worshippers - people who each had his or her own history, good or bad; people who each had the choice to not be there, yet they chose to be there. They chose to bow their knees and hearts. They chose to confess that Jesus Christ is Lord and sing with all their strength. That night, in the cool dank air, heavenly fireflies erupted in a shower of sparks as the worshippers each threw their own log, plank, stick, or twig onto the great fire. They all came together as one voice singing to the One King. The Spirit spread like wildfire. Claps of thunder heard in the distance grew closer and closer. Rays of light singed the air. The people continued to sing. The worship leaders never saw anything like this - they no longer led the song, but rather the host before them, each harmonizing mysterious praises with ever-growing force, led the chorus. No longer was it just one song. It was a billion songs released to the heavens. Each song was a unique sound that in turn complimented the next unique sound. The sounds, like a billion perfectly tuned drops of rain, formed a mighty din; yet each person could hear each other and knew each other, and for once they fully knew The Father. Just then an impossibly brilliant light boomed in the center of the throng. Waves of the Spirit like never seen before washed over the earth. People were healed - the deaf heard, the mute talked, and the lame walked. Corpses were bathed in life. The blessing did not stop. It just kept coming and coming as wave upon wave upon wave of His presence came until every man, woman, and child experienced the Holy of Holies. His Kingdom had finally come in its fullness. The King sat upon His throne with the Son of Man at His right hand. Never again will evil be seen in this land.