He had been there before. Ever since 1978—when in vision he stood at the portals of glory on the glassy sea, with the cherubim singing “Holy, Holy, Holy”; when he saw God sitting on the throne, and at His right hand his personal Redeemer, Jesus Christ—he knew things would not be straightforward. The scene was familiar, for it was there in Revelation, plain as day; but his feelings shocked him. He didn’t shout “Hallelujah!”, or fling up his arms in adoration and praise. He wasn’t overcome with gladness. Instead, his body shook until he fell to the ground.