Luke  2:8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

 13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 
 14“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”

 15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”                                                               

             I’ve made it a point not to determine the validity of something on whether or not I’ve actually experienced it.  There are lots of things outside my circle of experience which I consider to be reality. . . in spite of the fact that I have not experienced them and do not understand them.  When scientists speak of a “parallel universe,” I have difficulty understanding how folks like that would have difficulty accepting the existence of anything we cannot “catch or can” within our finite understanding.

         The subject of Angels is one of those “things.”  I believe they exist, largely because the Bible says they do and that they perform a very vital and important function.  And Jesus believed in them.  That’s really all the “authority” I need to consider their existence to be real. But I don’t claim to have ever known or seen any of them “up close and personal.”

         Once, when my children (Brad and Jo Lynn) were very small, we were having a little bedtime story and a prayer before “tucking them in” for the night.  Jo and I were talking, and Brad had finished his “serious” for the evening and was apparently ignoring us now, deeply engaged as he seemed to be in a little book of his own.  She was six and Brad was five.  She asked me: “Daddy, will I be an angel when I go to Heaven?”

         “Sweetheart, as far as Daddy’s concerned, you’re an angel right now.”  I sort of viewed it as the inevitable postponing of “nightey nite,” so I touseled her hair a bit, chucked her under the chin, pulled the covers up around her and kissed her on the cheek “good night.”

         She wasn’t at all satisfied with my answer, so she posed the question again. She always would do that, and still will until this very day if necessary.  This time, I realized she had something on her mind and I didn’t want to ignore or mislead her.  I was in seminary at the time, and so I began to try to explain that angels were a special kind of God’s creation and they had special assisgnments and were messengers (that’s what angelos means in the Greek language.)  ‘Eu angelos’ (which evolved into our word for Evangelist) is the word which was attached to those who spread “The Good message.”

         I realized I was giving her more information than she (or I) had wanted or could fully comprehend.  So, I did a double-take and asked why she asked the question.

         “Well, Daddy,” she said, “I don’t know how to fly.”

         Brad, who’d seemed to be completely pre-occupied reading something, closed his little book and with stern five year old authority he answered his big sister’s question:  “Awwwwww, Sissie!  All you’ll have to do is flap your wings.”

         Decades later, that remains one of this dad’s most priceless memories of their innocent childhood!

         I’ve never met an angel.  But I believe they are among us and around us.  Jesus did, too.  And they were the heavenly “messengers” who broke the news about Jesus birth in Bethlehem.  Even if you’ve never met one in person, the message they delivered can still produce light, and joy, and life and hope in a world which is as dark and twisted as it was when He first arrived.

I hope you join with the Angels in singing:  “Glory to God in the Highest, and on earth, Peace, Good will toward all men.”  

~God’s servant, your friend, brother, and fellow student    ~donkimrey  ><>   ><>   ><>








5 responses to “THE ANGELS SING

  1. The shepherds in the vicinity of Bethlehem were caring for flocks that were destined by sacrifice in Jerusalem. A nice touch that they are the first to hear of and watch over the Lamb of God. A second century commentary indicates that Jesus’ manger was in a cave at the outskirts of Bethelehem. The entrance was so low that all who entered had to bow to approach what was inside. Again, a nice touch.

  2. Robert, interesting details. Don – I love your kids’ “angel” musings! My son asked the same question once (I think he was 6 or so). I answered, “Well, technically, angels are angels and they were created as such, in eternity past. People are created as people. So, when you go to heaven, you’ll still be a person – you – but you’ll get a new body at the Resurrection.” His response: “Oh. Can I have an Oreo now?”

  3. Don, while reading your angel comments, Hebrews 13:2 came to mind:

    “Do not forget to entertain strangers,
    for by so doing
    some people have entertained angels
    without knowing it.”

    Lovely, that.

    So when you state, “I’ve never met an angel” perhaps you really have. (smile)

  4. Ebby, great sentiment. Have you ever encountered one?


  5. Hi Mike,

    Well, if you believe the little refrigerator magnets that say, “angels are friends without wings” – or if strangers I’ve met on the street who’ve given me their smiles when I’ve all but lost mine, count – then yes, I’ve encountered many.

    Thanks for the question. (smile)

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