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Parables
of the Pastor’s Cats
A Host of Angels
I was told that they would
be solitary, these cats. They have that reputation. But I found that
they like to stick together, for the most part.
Maybe it's jealousy. If they see someone having a good time, they run
over to see what the attraction is. They certainly wouldn't want to
miss out on anything.
But they also seem to like
each other's company. In the cold, they huddle together. In the warmth,
they sprawl next to each other,
or on top of each other.
They get attached to each other.
And so I imagine the sudden rally of angels on the first Christmas
night came about naturally, because one angel couldn't be allowed to
have that much fun all alone.
They just spilled out of the sky, tumbling over each other, each
singing louder than the other, because the news was too incredible to
miss.
Instead of one angel, there were hosts of angels, side by side, huddled
wing to wing, each sharing the warmth of the big announcement.
Angels aren't solitary creatures. They live in the presence
of God and run to speak a word or carry out a task. Then they scurry
back again, to the shelter of heaven, to their huddle of friends.
Until they are dispatched again.
Or until there is an excitement so great that they run to see what they
are missing.
For one night, the greatest excitement in the entire universe could be
found in the sky over Bethlehem.
And so they came. All of them.
It was too good to miss.
(You can read about the crowd of angels in
your Bible in Luke 2.)
Open my eyes so that I might see great and
wonderful things in your word.
Psalm 119:18
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