Advent No. 3

And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”

Luke 2:10-12 

Jehovah has me going to and from that little blue planet a lot these days. But with such a defining event approaching, it only makes sense to me that He would have a lot to say. And I’m just an angel anyway. Who am I to question the Most High? 

First He told me to visit Zechariah and tell him about his soon to be son. Knowing of his longing for children, I was excited to bear this wonderful news and to see the face of this old man when he heard. But instead of joy and praise, I found doubt and a critical spirit. It was so frustrating. Why must people doubt the goodness of the Holy One? 

Next Jehovah sent me to Mary. At first she was hesitant, kneeling before me and covering her face with her hands. “Do not be afraid Mary. You have found favor with God,” I told her. I watched as her shoulders relaxed and she inclined her ear to me. I shared the news with her, that she was to be a mother and bear the Son of the Most High. She asked me how this could be but her question was different than Zechariah’s. Asked in wonderment, not in doubt. I explained and this young girl, so brave and righteous, accepted Jehovah’s will. I wanted to dance with joy at her faithfulness! 

Last, Jehovah sent me to Joseph. He is a good man, a kind man. After he had resolved to divorce Mary quietly, I slipped through the seams of his dreams as he slept. I told him not to be afraid because even an angel in a dream is startling to men. And I told him the baby’s name. And when Joseph woke, he took Mary as his wife.

Now I wait with the Heavenly host. All eyes are on the earth, on a town called Bethlehem in particular. “Now Jehovah?” one angel asks. “Not yet,” comes the reply from the throne. Another minute. Two minutes. Jehovah places a star in the sky. I’m sure it’s the brightest that the earth has ever seen. “Now Jehovah?” another angel. “Not yet,” the reply. Three minutes. Four minutes. The waiting, the watching, we feel like children in our excitement and eagerness. Finally I can bear it no longer. “Now Jehovah?” I ask. I can practically hear his wide grin. “Yes Gabriel. Now.” And we’re off! Those shepherds don’t know what’s coming.

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