I, John, with you all the way in the trial and the Kingdom and the passion of patience in Jesus, was on the island called Patmos because of God’s Word, the witness of Jesus. It was Sunday and I was in the Spirit, praying. I heard a loud voice behind me, trumpet-clear and piercing: “Write what you see into a book. Send it to the seven churches: to Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamum, Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia, Laodicea.” I turned and saw the voice.I saw a gold menorahwith seven branches,And in the center, the Son of Man,in a robe and gold breastplate,hair a blizzard of white,Eyes pouring fire-blaze,both feet furnace-fired bronze,His voice a cataract,right hand holding the Seven Stars,His mouth a sharp-biting sword,his face a perigee sun.I saw this and fainted dead at his feet. His right hand pulled me upright, his voice reassured me: