And the Angels Might Laugh

Angels to the left of me, Angels to the right of me, into the Valley of … oh wait! That was “cannon to the left of them; cannon to the right of them, and into the Valley of death rode the 500!” AND, it’s already been written (Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Charge of the Light Brigade,” first published in 1854). Forgive me sir, I got carried away just thinking about angels.

I love all these little man-made angels that frolic throughout my home, including the magnetic ones on the fridge, made of seashells. I received some darling hand crafted angels from a friend for Christmas that I treasure.  I even have a “sewing angel” who flies above a spool of thread and buttons.   As I sit here at the keyboard, a clever angel flies on the wall above me. She’s made of raffia and perhaps some corn-husk with a fabric “dress” and in her arms is a ‘’bolt of fabric’’.  I think perhaps, my REAL angel looks a lot like that one. A little bit primitive and a whole lot country. Her raffia hair is ‘flying away and her arms tightly grasp that bolt.  

I love angels; the real ones that are one of God’s most wondrous creations and those trinkets mentioned above. We refer to toddlers as little angels; of course, everyone knows that when we hear a bell ring, an angel gets its wings (smile).  Amy Grant sang about “Angels watching over me, every move I make”, there’s angelic behavior and who can forget, Touched by an Angel and “You Are My Special Angel” ♪♪… and all the angels that top out a Christmas tree and others that become delightful decorations.

However, let us not get carried away or form an entire doctrine about angels.  As sweet as it may sound to some, people do not become angels when they pass away; no, not even babies.  Angels were never created for us to worship; as a matter of fact, Angels were designed first to serve and glorify God and to do His bidding.  Hebrews 1:3–6 (The Message)  After he finished the sacrifice for sins, the Son took his honored place high in the heavens right alongside God, far higher than any angel in rank and rule. Did God ever say to an angel, “You’re my Son; today I celebrate you” or “I’m his Father, he’s my Son”? When he presents his honored Son to the world, he says, “All angels must worship him.”

When Jesus was born, the heavenly host rejoiced!  (KJV) Luke 2:10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

An angel spoke to Mary and to Joseph of their upcoming blessed event.

An angel told Abraham that he would be the father of Genesis 17:5 Neither shall thy name any more be called Abram, but thy name shall be Abraham; for a father of many nations have I made thee. Genesis 17:17 Then Abraham fell upon his face, and laughed, and said in his heart, Shall a child be born unto him that is an hundred years old? And shall Sarah, that is ninety years old, bear? 

An angel told Sarah (who was older than dirt by the way), that she would have a baby, and Sarah laughed.   Genesis 18:12 Therefore Sarah laughed within herself, saying, after I am waxed old shall I have pleasure, my lord being old also?

They both laughed!!! Genesis 17:19, And God said, Sarah thy wife shall bear thee a son indeed; and thou shalt call his name Isaac: and I will establish my covenant with him for an everlasting covenant, and with his seed after him.

God’s sense of humor and how He delights in all He does shows up here; the name that God chose for Isaac means LAUGHTER!

Perhaps your angel “is missing a few feathers” from too many near-misses while driving, maybe he’s well educated and sophisticated, or maybe she’s like mine, and all kinds of country. Give all glory and honor to God that He has created these beings but please, give thanks to and worship The Creator, Himself, not what He created.

© 2014 Cat Brennan


4 thoughts on “And the Angels Might Laugh

  1. Well said, Catherine. I have often thought some of these thoughts when people say that their loved one is an angel. Very well written, educational, humorous, and sweet. Thanks!

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