Here's a picture of me.
It was made last year,
but I look the same.
Dear Gay,
As I
write this note, angels up here in The Heavenlies are recalling the night Jesus
was born. I wasn’t among those making an
appearance two thousand years ago, but the heavens are abuzz with recollections
from those who did. Watching the humans celebrate the most important birth ever
known brings jubilation among us, and Jesus especially beams His approval
Angels
had a lot to do with the natal miracle. Zacharias received a visit from one of
us. So did Mary—and then one materialized also to Joseph in a dream. The heavenly messengers delivered the news to
these favored people that Jesus was coming to earth as a baby. This news must
have been a shocker to all of them, especially Mary and Joseph, but my favorite
part of the story is the shepherds.
My friend, Anna
Anna,
my friend, was among those who appeared to the sheep caretakers on the
hillside. With her beautiful soprano voice, she can make the heavens resonate.
As gifted as she is, Maestro Superior nonetheless rehearsed her and the angelic
choir for a long time. Now mind you, we
really don’t have time pieces or calendars up here, so I can’t tell you how
much they prepared, but it was regularly.
Their scheduled performance was one of utmost importance.
Everyone
residing in The Heavenlies knew Jesus was to leave His glory and be born human.
And yet, He would remain God. Amazing,
isn’t it? No one had ever done that
before, and no one ever will again.
Anna
told me how terrified the shepherds were when the angelic host appeared. One of our angel rules is that we don’t panic
humans, but it was necessary that night. Right?
The angels had the divine appointment to announce the birth of the
Messiah. Wow! Can you imagine? Every angel up here wanted to be in that
group, but the Father selected only a few.
The
shepherds reacted just as expected—they went to Bethlehem to see the miracle.
How thoughtful of the Father! He gave the good news first to a labor force
considered a lowly profession by others.
The Father is awesome when He does things such as that, and He does them
often—for angels and humans.
The
guys who took care of sheep had nothing of monetary value to give the Christ
Child. Wise men from the east brought expensive presents later. But as you
know, the Father only wants the gift of love for His Son. That’s the perfect gift, and it is one each
of us—human or angel can give. The Shepherds gave the Christ Child their heart
that night.
One
reason I enjoy the shepherd’s part so much is that they didn’t allow insecurity
to interfere with their opportunity. They worried not about inferior clothing,
lack of funds, absence of education and prominence. Ignoring human prejudice,
they went to Bethlehem. I wish you could hear them right now talking about that
glorious night—even though they have resided in The Heavenlies for many earth
years, they never tire of telling the story. Do humans take the story for
granted? I hope not.
Well,
Gay, I must go. We have a huge birthday
celebration planned, and I don’t want to miss it. All residents of The
Heavenlies wish a blessed Christmas and Holy Days for each of you. I’ll return
to your wonderful planet in the year numbered 2018. On my next assignment, I’m
to help a young woman with a make-over. This should be exciting. You know how
much I love to appear in disguises and wear beautiful clothes. Never mind if I
cause havoc in the process, I still enjoy wearing colorful clothes and shoes.
Do you think I can learn to walk in stilettos this trip? I enjoyed helping Mackenzie
this past year choosing a prom dress. She looked gorgeous, but creating a
romance for her mom turned out to be interesting. I goofed up a lot, but then, what’s new in
that department?
Have
a blessed Christmas. We are thinking of every
one of you up here in The Heavenlies!
Sarah
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