NEW JERUSALEM

by Danna Shirley
            As a passenger on a flight one New Year’s Eve day, I glanced out of the airplane’s cabin window and noticed the brightness of the clouds. It was as if I was looking at a scene on earth with the clouds having their own range of peaks and valleys.  It seemed I could literally walk across heaven. They were white and billowing; some looked mountainous and some looked desert-like; some looked like the tide rolling into shore. Off on the horizon (if clouds can have a horizon), I saw what looked like the skyline of a beautiful city—and I thought of New Jerusalem.

            As we flew on, the clouds parted and I could peer down to see that it was dusk on the earth below—even though we were still in the daylight above. Then, as dusk crept in upon us in the clouds, a ruby glow appeared on the far side of the sky and then it was dark.

            I saw a glimpse of God’s creation never seen before the advent of flight. It stirred something in me; a special gift from God.  I felt very blessed to have been there.

“I saw the Holy City, the NEW JERUSALEM,

coming down out of heaven from God,

prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.”  
(Revelation 21:2 NIV)