When I was very young, my grandmother had this painting in her house that scared the ever-loving shit out of my six year old self. It was also my first introduction to the Christian concpet of Rapture.
The picture itself is violent. It's a scene just outside of Downtown Dallas with planes crashing into buildings, cars flipping and dead bodies strewn across fields with souls rising up to towards an open-armed Christ. It's a wrathful and disturbing contridiction to the image of ecstasy the word more typically brings to mind.
Now that I live in Dallas, myself, I've been hearing that people sell this piece of religious kitsch at the flea markets here, so maybe one of these days I'll pick one up.