Hello everyone. Praise the Lord!
Things Flying
E.
Taylor is a conductor on the sleeping cars on the Southern Pacific Railway in
California… He says, While on the train between Mojave and Barstow, on the
night of October 4th, about 11 p.m., the moon shining very brightly
and no cloud in sight, and no wind, I was sitting by the car window looking
out, when my eye fell on the moon which was as clear as I ever saw it.
Right
across the face of the moon was a large cross, as plain as my hand before
me. I rubbed my eyes and looked again,
and saw it as before. I then raised both
windows, put my head out and saw not only the cross but a man on the cross with
his arms extended, and the lower part of the cross dripping with fresh blood,
very red. I then called for the porter…
and asked him to look at the moon and tell me what he saw.
He replied, describing the cross with a man on
it and the blood dripping from it and asked, “What are the things flying about
with wings?”
Mr.
Taylor looked out again, and the air between him and the moon was filled with
moving objects in the distance, like the multitude of butterflies. The porter inquired, “What does this mean?” and opened a window for a lady from Chicago,
who gazed in astonishment and described the same objects. Then they heard
singing surpassing anything they had ever heard on earth, which could be
distinctly heard above the rumbling of the train.
This
scene lasted for nearly an hour, these people watching and describing what they
saw and heard. Mr. Taylor says he broke
out in a profuse perspiration, until his clothing was wet. He became so filled with joy that he wanted
to shout aloud, but refrained as the car was filled with sleeping passengers.
In
the course of nearly an hour, the scene gradually faded away. The lower part of the cross was the last of
the scene, but the singing continued for some time longer.
William James Roop, M.A.B.S.
Roop-Crappell Ministries
Hospice Care and Dying
The Trucking Tango
