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Will You Tell Them?

The day dawns bright like any other day. The sun sends its warm rays down toward earth, birds chirp merrily in the trees, and everyone goes on with their normal everyday lives.

     A man and woman get into their brand new car and head to their downtown office to work. They impatiently make their way through slow traffic and finally arrive at their large office. Before long, they are both sitting at their desks, in expensive leather chairs, working on important jobs.

     A yellow bus winds its way down the road to an elementary school. The blond curls of a little girl bounce as she chatters merrily with a friend. Soon the bus comes to a stop and they arrive at their destination. The girls skip happily into school, and sit down at their little desks.

     Back in the suburbs of the city, a mother and her children start the new day by turning on the TV. The siblings squabble over shows and fight over the remote, and the mother, tired from a long night shift at the hospital, has no energy to stop them. The home is filled with arguing and fighting and it never seems end.

     At the mall, a woman and her friend laugh and joke together as they shop. Soon they come out of a big store, their arms full of bags of new clothes and trinkets. They stop at a smoothie bar for a drink and sit on a bench to sip their smoothies and talk.

     All over the city, men and women are occupied with their various tasks and businesses and no one seems to notice an unusual dark cloud that appears on the horizon. As it gets closer, it grows brighter and brighter. People step outside their offices and homes in surprise and fear, watching as it draws nearer. Throngs of angels are seen and heard, singing glorious songs of praise. People cower and screams of terror escape the lips of many. The whole city is taken by shock and surprise.

     But there is another crowd that isn’t scared or worried, they look up at the sky and bright smiles beam from their faces. They cry out, “Behold, this is our God, we have waited for Him, and He will save us!”

     Suddenly, a loud, melodious voice shakes the heavens. “Awake! Awake! Awake! Ye that sleep in the dust, and arise!” The earth gives a mighty shake, and graves open, and the dead arise to reunite with their families.

     Soon, all the righteous are caught up to Jesus in the cloud. But what of the rich business couple? What of the innocent little girl and her friend who went to school? What of the family? What of the woman and her friend at the mall?

     The rich business couple rush out of their building, and look anxiously at the brilliant sky. “Why didn't you tell us?” They cry, looking up in grief.

     The little girl and her friend huddle in fear in a corner of their schoolyard. “Why didn't you tell us?” the girls wail, fear written all over their faces.

     The family rushes out of their home and stares in shock at the magnificent cloud. “Why didn't you tell us?” they sob, cowering to the ground in fear.

     The woman and her friend hurry out of the mall.“Why didn't you tell us?” they bitterly cry, dropping their shopping bags in terror.



It's not too late yet. Will you tell them?

-Hannah Evert and Ashley Angeles

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