THE BAND PLAYS ON

T’was when I was little more than a babe that I first heard the band playing and marching on. They came with cadence and were marching at the Quick March speed, their music was forlorn and dark. As they left we turned back and saw our grandmother was gone.

Some time later the band came again, the same music with its empting sound and grandfather had left us.

Again and again the band has come for all the aunts and uncles, cousins and brothers, and the band plays on.

A while back I heard the music again and a neighbor was no more. Sooner or later everyone will hear their song, the cadence, the marching feet and the blowing of the horns.

No one knows when their band will play, maybe tomorrow or even today, for there is no way to stay their play. It’s wise to be ready to meet that day for it comes upon you without delay and there will be no time to say “Lord save me”.

For some the song means a trip to paradise, for others a precursor of doom even though in heaven there is plenty of room enough for the perpetual one more.

The time will come when the band will play no more for the only sound we wish to hear will be a single note, played on the trumpet, and then;

The Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.

The promise of the Lord is steadfast and sure. Perhaps we shall hear the band marching a few more times before the great day but the joy of the future out shines the sadness of the present.

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