The last trumpet

carriage, looking in vain for her eight months old baby in the carriage: “Where is my child! My child! Where is it? Help! Help me! Somebody stole my child! It was just here laying in the pram and now it is gone. Help! My baby has disappeared, get the police!” The police was there, but what could they have done? This was not the only case! People came from all sides to plea with the police to help them find missing or disappeared people and they came in tears, trembling and crying. A shopkeeper left his shop, ran down the street and began to shout at the top of his voice: Help! Help! Somebody help me! I don’t know why, but two of my employees disappeared from my shop!” But that wasn’t all of it, we then received the same kind of news from the capital city of Sweden, from Stockholm: A large number of people had disappeared under the same mysterious circumstances! There is talk that the authorities are extremely concerned; that the citizen’s militia failed and that policemen had also disappeared. And then news from Denmark, from Radio Copenhagen and from Helsinki in Finland: It is being confirmed that the same events that make people despair, take place there also. And all the news coming from the countryside is the same! All questions remain unanswered. What is happening here? The police is powerless and it cannot meet the challenge. Its opportunities to solve the problem are limited and they are restricted to receiving reports about people that are missing. The wife of Mr André begins to muse and to ask God a question: “What is this, what is happening here? Dear God and Father help me to understand!” She resolutely gets up and walks to the door. Very concerned she looks down the road, because it is usually a place of peace and quiet. As she steps out of the door she hears fearful screams and sees a desperate woman run towards her and call out: Ruth! Ruth! She is surprised to find that it is Mrs. Haland, an old acquaintance of hers. Before she can say anything Mrs. Haland calls out: “Have you seen my Ruth wander past here? I am desolate, someone has stolen my daughter Ruth, my dear little Ruth! I cannot see her anywhere; she was on the stairs in the house only a minute ago whilst I was in the garden. Something suddenly startled me and when I looked in her direction she was no longer there! All I saw was something like a shadow scurry at speed along the wall , but looking all around and up and down I could no longer see my daughter. I don’t know what to do! Oh my God, help me to find my dear daughter!” She then ran away screaming and crying. Mrs André was so shocked by this event that coincided with what had been broadcast on the radio that she couldn’t find the words to calm Mrs. Haland down. When she directed her gaze down the street she noticed a man that approached her rapidly. His facial expression showed great concern. It was her husband, Mr André. She asked him: “What has happened that you come home at this time of day? It is only half past ten in the morning!” “Dear wife, I don’t know how to explain this to you, but something strange is afoot. There is total chaos in my workshop and nobody understands anything anymore. Some of my colleagues disappeared from one moment to the next as if they had agreed to leave without leaving any kind of news behind. All the machines are at a standstill! We initially thought that we were dealing with an accident and went looking for our colleagues, but we didn’t find a trace of them! Nothing! Absolutely nothing! And as we looked at one another we saw with astonishment that one of our colleagues began to cry and to wail – and it was the one that always asserted that he believed in Jesus and always went to Church! We asked him why he cried and he answered: ‘It has happened! Yes, it has finally happened and there are no means available! Oh, how sad! What am I going to do now? It was Jesus, yes, it was him who came to collect his people. And I was left behind! What am I going to do now?’ I told him to be quiet and not talk such nonsense,. But he continued to