"And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war."
What to say about this? It begins a stunning passage, of presence, righteous indignation and power to make a difference. There's a whole host of armies similarly on white horses about to advance.
So much white and so much power. It's like Niagara coming down, with each little drop being another horse and rider. It's hard to keep it distinct and know exactly what to say about it.
What I'm thinking of goes well beyond what I'm likely to write here. But still I'm barely keeping it distinct. It's easy to see a blur but harder to separate the pieces. One, I don't want to say what the pieces are exactly. But, two, I know there's something to it. Something steady that could flow in any second.
The pouring down of that awesome presence -- like a stream rushing through a channel -- is in view. "I saw heaven opened" -- heaven says its moment has arrived, your moment has arrived; no more messing around. The concentration of force is right at the door. You may be beleaguered and surrounded on all sides right here, but a steady stream of heaven's force is ready to rush in.
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