Sound The Trumpets!
I want to touch their faces after all these days, and I want to blow a trumpet.
These who persevered to the ultimate end ought to be honored somehow.
The hard thing, even for a Christian, is that time does not stop in salute for those passing into glory.
Time is such an earthly, worldly, TIC -TOC that measures our lives, but counts for nothing to Christ.
He is outside of time, not frustrated at the lack of respectful observance, stillness, silence, hush.
I imagine millions of trumpets making the sound of glory when the twenty-one entered in.
Surely they were properly announced, but I doubt they cared.
I have to think they entered eternity the same way they left this world.
On their faces and crying the only Name that matters at such a time.