The Angels

To know what the angels knew of the behind-the-scenes story of the birth of Christ – well it would be an amazing story to tell. 

They were there all along. 

They were there when the plan was first hatched. 

They knew of the suffering, the longing of mankind for a deliverer. 

They knew about the promises of the promised one. 

And the day had arrived. 

God might have called a meeting of the angel band, or maybe Gabriel, the arch-angel put up signs on all of the bulletin boards in heaven calling them in for a meeting of gigantic proportions. 

Who knows? 

It happened nevertheless. 

Did they have to rehearse their song?

Did anyone give them staging and blocking instructions on where to stand, when to raise their wings and what to say and when to say it?

Did they have a special costume person add a bit of sparkle and shine to their wardrobe?

Who checked the light switch to make sure it worked properly?  After all, the script called for a really bright light. 

I think God stepped in at that point and said, “Don’t worry.  I’ll take care of the light.” 

There was a lot of hubbub in heaven on this particular day.  The place was buzzing with excitement.  Today was the BIG day. 

God gave the nod.

Gabriel stepped out onto that hillside in Bethlehem and right on cue, the angels proclaimed, shouted, sang, rejoiced with exceeding great joy. 

And this was no small angel band.  In my church dramas we’ve had only ten or twelve angels, or maybe the whole choir of forty who did the proclaiming. 

The NIV Bible says “a great company of the heavenly hosts”.  That is a whole lot of angels.  A whole lot!

Seventy five?

More!

A hundred and fifty maybe?

More!

Maybe a thousand?

More!

There was a great host, innumerable in number, proclaiming and singing and making noise over the birth of a little baby.  That must have been some celebration.

It was.

Because that was some baby!

P Michael Biggs

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