The clock is quickly winding down as the midnight hour approaches. The scent of fire, brimstone and sulfur are in the air. I can almost hear the hoof beats off in the distance and can picture the flaring nostrils of that first white horse. As dramatic as that may sound, it is so. The LORD has come for His church. It is 12:01. The midnight call has come and gone. What's next? Is there any hope for me? Am I going to die? What do I do now?