"...I wept and wept because no one was found who was worthy to open the scroll or look inside."
I've been rolling that idea around the ol' noggin since the 6am meeting....John, caught up in a vision of reality with doors in the sky and six winged creatures who bombard heaven with cries of "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty" and twenty four mysterious elders who lay their crowns before the throne. There are a million things to look at and comment on - I'm convinced the book of Revelation only scratches the surface of what he saw - yet the emotion that surfaces is one of utter dispair.
Weeping. Sobbing. A feeling of hopelessness. Why? Because in that scroll was contained the key to banishing evil from the universe. In that scroll was justice. A period on the convoluted sentence that is life. In that sentence there was resolve to the universe.
All of creation quietly weeps for what is in that scroll. It can be as common as a first grader's 'NOT FAIR!' or the sound of small arms fire from a revolutionary, but the weeping continues. Sometimes the weeping escalates to wailing. Sometimes the roar is deafening...but it's always about the opening of the scroll.
The glory of that whole chapter - indeed, the entire cannon of scripture - lies in the fact that there is One worthy to open it. One deserving, with authority, ability and initiative to open the scroll. The planet is not left with an unresolved tension. This will be settled, once and for all.
The Lamb, looking as if it's been slain, is going to be handed this scroll. Against a backdrop of a new song and the smell of incense, He'll began to break off the seals.
When He's done, many will never weep again. Others will never stop.