Woo

Not too long ago I saw a commercial for a popular brand of fishing line. In the commercial, you see several fishermen reeling in big fish. When the guy grabs the fish and lifts it from the water, he expresses his joy and relief by yelling," Woo!" It's a southern (US) thing.

It brought back fond memories. When my grandfather was alive, he farmed. During the year, he managed alone. He planted, and took care of his crops on his own. But in the fall, during harvest time, it was more than he could handle alone. That is when the family came together at Grandpa's.

And it was work. If you've never primed (pulled) tobacco, picked corn, combined wheat (with mules) you won't fully understand. It was hot, dirty, back breaking work.

After being in the field all day,it was as if no one could put one foot in front of the other. Everyone was dragging.

But on the last row, when the last plant was harvested, Grandpa always said, "Let's go to the house!"

There has never been sweeter words. That is when from everyone in the field, as if on cue, you could hear, "Woo!!"

No more dead tired, no more sad faces. Everyone had new life. Hats were thrown at each other. Playful slaps at each other. Smiles on everyone's face. That call from Grandpa brought everyone to new life. "In the twinkling of an eye."

In the movies and books I've seen on the rapture, everyone just disappears. No sound. Nothing.

Maybe in some parts of the world. But not down south. When Jesus comes to take us home, and shouts, "Lets go to the house." We will be changed in the twinkling of an eye. But all will hear the loudest "Woo" imaginable. It's a southern thing.