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Heaven and Earth
By Kathy C Schultz
Thursday, December 11, 2008

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Heaven, Earth, God, and Angels

It was the 21st of December and all the angels were polishing their wings and shining up their harps in  preparation for the heavenly event, known as Christmas Eve.  It would occur just at midnight.  All the glories of Heaven would bust forth in lights and songs of rejoycing.

Micheal, the Archangel and Secretary to the Lord noticed that God was not in his throne room.  He searched and seached until he found him at the window of Sorrows, the gateway to Earth.  He had known God for a long time and he could tell when something was amiss.  He could see it in God's eyes, they were a sad blue and not their fiery, jovial color.  If God could be sad, then yes, this was one of those times when even God contemplated punishment upon the Earth. 

"It's bad down there, isn't it, Boss?"

God said nothing, Just shook his head in disgust. 

Just looking down onto earth made Micheal sick to his stomach. How could God stand it?   When was he going to do something about all the hate, abuse, bashing and killing?  Even now, MIcheal could see a person mistreating another, a wife being beat, a child trying to flee from an abductor. People voting for all the wrong reasons, never taking into account the seriousness of their actions as they made excuses such as political correctness in order to break moral codes.  Self  Abasment, it was running rampant.

As I looked out over America, I saw God reach out his finger as if to do something dramatic.  I held my breath.  Was this it? Was this the moment that the Angel of Death would blow the Trumpet and time would be no more?

Slowly, God withdrew his hand and a glowing tear fell upon the golden hallway.  The noise was loud and deafening.  All of Heaven heard God cry.  For a half hour of Earth time, Heaven was silent.  A great sadness came upon all the Angels to hear God cry.

"Why does he care for them so?" questioned Raphael, the second Arch Angel.  "They are but dust of the Earth and unrepentfully sinful.  Why not just end it now and end his sadness.  He has tolerated it much too long."

"You should know better than to question him," responded Michael.  "His ways are not our ways.  He is the divine creator and there must be something in them that warrants his tolerance. After all, they are his creation and he loves them," said Micheal, his voice full of sympathy, "but soon, I fear that the father's patience will run out and the time for punishment will be metted out."  

"Well," mused Raphel, "I can't see letting them get away with anything more.  If something isn't done, they will destroy the Earth.  I just can't see why he would love them?"

"Good thing for them that you are not God," retorted Michael.

Raphel just couldn't stand to see God so hurt, so he took out his harp and played some music hoping to bring some joy back to God's heart.

As, he played, a little Angel whose wings were whiter than snow came toward God and took hold of his hand.  Smiling up at the Great I Am, he said, "It's okay, Father, I forgive them, let them tarry a little longer.  Maybe some more of the lost sheep will find their way home."

God smiled down at the Holy Angel and said, "You and only you have the right to ask for clemency.  However, my heart groweth heavy and soon I cannot tolerate much longer.  It is Sodom and Gomerrhea all over again."

"Just a little longer, Father, wait a bit, for I know that there are still some lost sheep who will find their way home."

God smiled and picked up the Angel in his arms.  How proud he was ot this little one who had taken such a burden upon himself. , "Okay, you win, enough of the wrath stuff, lets go get some hot chocolate and take a look at the tree of lights."

All the Angels started singing beautiful Christmas music as God approached his throne.

"Well," laughed Raphel, "that little Angel sure wrapped God around his finger.  What's his name?

Michael's voice was like music as he said, "Didn't your recognize the baby, Jesus?"



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