I prayed earnestly for our first responders, to break bread with them, both the living and the fallen. It wasn't a dream that sunny afternoon. What I experienced was so very real. A honey-hued light radiated from Him, the glorious Messiah. He was at the head of an endless table. His nail scarred hands opened in welcome. One moment, I was walking my dog, then a light enveloped me. I wasn't frightened, yet so in awe. So many of His angels attended to Him, their sparkling silver wings glimmered in the sunlight. The linen was so bright white, but no match for His orbs of compassion.