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I do not want you to be unaware, brothers, that our forefathers were all under the cloud, and that they all passed through the sea.

These men are hidden reefs in your love feasts, shamelessly feasting with you but shepherding only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by the wind; fruitless trees in autumn, twice dead after being uprooted.

And a voice came from the cloud, saying, “This is My Son, whom I have chosen. Listen to Him!”

At that time they will see the Son of Man coming in the clouds with great power and glory.

Then I saw another mighty angel coming down from heaven, wrapped in a cloud, with a rainbow above his head. His face was like the sun, and his legs were like pillars of fire.