A marvelous day is coming. A day when Jesus Christ, our risen Lord and Savior, will appear in the clouds and call us home to reside with Him eternally. The thought of this event frightened me when I was a kid. I’m not sure why—I suppose it was the uncertainty of WHEN it would happen. I didn’t relish being caught unaware. But then when I was in my early twenties, I dreamed that Jesus returned. I felt myself being swept upward. Joy exploded through me, and I awakened sitting up in bed with my arms reaching for the heavens and tears of happiness raining down my cheeks. When I realized I’d only been dreaming, my joy changed to deep regret, and from that moment on the thought of Jesus’ return was no longer fearful but eagerly anticipated. Maybe I’ll see Him when my soul leaves my body in death; maybe I’ll see Him on the day of His return. But either way, I will be with Him FOREVER. There is such peace and security in this knowledge.