Angels! There were angels everywhere when Jesus Christ came to this earth as a baby that first Christmas. Angels singing to shepherds; an angel appearing to Joseph in a dream; an angel speaking to Mary … the list goes on and on. It’s as if God sent an army of angels [Billy Graham calls them God’s Secret Agents] to make sure all the events of Christmas unfolded as they were supposed to.
J.B. Phillips, who paraphrased the New Testament into modern language some years ago, wrote a Christmas story about the angels. It’s that about a senior angel showing a very young angel around the splendors of the universe. They view whirling galaxies and blazing suns, and then flit across the infinite distances of space until at last they enter one particular galaxy of 500 billion stars. As the two of them drew near to the star which we call our sun and to its circling planets, the senior angel points to a small and rather insignificant sphere turning very slowly on its axis. It looked as dull as a dirty tennis-ball to the little angel, whose mind was filled with the size and glory of what he had just seen.
“I want you to watch that one particularly,” said the senior angel, pointing with his finger.
“Well, it looks very small and rather dirty to me,” said the little angel. “What’s special about that one?” To the little angel, though, earth did not seem so impressive. He listened in stunned disbelief as the senior angel told him that this planet, small and insignificant and not overly clean, was the renowned Visited Planet. “Do you mean that our great and glorious Prince… went down in Person to this fifth-rate little ball? Why should He do a thing like that?”
The little angle’s face wrinkled in disgust. “Do you mean to tell me,” he said, “that He stooped so low as to become one of those creatures on that floating ball?”
“I do, for, strange as it may seem to us, He loves them. He went down to live with them and then to die for them so they could be with Him forever.”
The little angel looked blank. Such a thought was beyond his comprehension.
Could it be true, this Bethlehem story of a Creator descending to be born on one small planet? If so, it is a story like no other. Little wonder a choir of angels broke out in song, disturbing not only a few shepherds but the entire universe.
Pastor Randy Joliffe was “Promoted to Glory” earlier this year. He lived in Everett. This Christmas message is reprinted as a tribute to his life.
Jolliffe, Pastor Randy. “Christmas According To The Angels.” Adjala-Tosorontio Township News 2014.50 (2014). Print.