“He was given large amounts of incense.” Rev. 8:3b & “the smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, rose before God.” Rev. 8:4
I didn’t hear thunder. We were singing, bowing low in adoration, nor did I see flashes of lightning.
The incense smoke filled the church, ascended in striations to the top of the raftered roof, along with our prayers.
But there was the smoke alarm. Its stridency frightened and would not stop. Suddenly I saw flashing red lights that did not cease nor did the siren sound. Nor did our prayers.