Tales of a Secret Rockstar

The stars were brilliant tonight. When I went outside, they just grabbed my attention, and held it for quite a while. I think that's a difficult thing for stars over the city to do, but they did it beautifully.
While I was walking and watching the stars, I heard this train whistle. Usually I don't pay much attention to train whistles, but this one sounded such a clear resounding note. Then this thought jumped into my mind. What if that was the trumpet call of Jesus' return? I just had this glorious imagination of angels' distant trumpets sounding a flourish for a returning king. What a moment! Imagine the purest light dawning over such a clear, black night. Imagine the feeling of knowing you were going to join your king, your saviour, your best friend. Just that split second of anticipation before it actually happened. I felt a taste of that exhilaration. Maybe the early Christians felt that way all the time . . .