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November 29th, 2012 · 2 Comments · Faith and the City

Advent is upon us.

This Sunday we begin our journey toward Christmas.  As we head down the sacred path to Bethlehem, we will be accompanied by a familiar cast of characters: rough-and-tumble shepherds, a puzzled Joseph, a prophetic Mary, a cranky innkeeper, and, of course, choirs of angels.

It is hard to imagine Christmas without angels.  Heaven’s messengers flit through the season’s hymns.  They hover above our children’s Christmas Pageant.  They perch on the top of our trees.  They trumpet the good news of the season to all!

We like angels.  Over 80% of Americans believe in angels.  And yet, most of us haven’t thought seriously about these winged messengers in a long, long time.  If ever!  We assume that angels belong—along with sugarplums—dancing in the heads of sleepy children.

I wonder if we have made a mistake.  Are angels really just kid’s stuff?  Why are these celestial beings central to the story of Christmas?  Why do angels figure so prominently in the sacred texts of Judaism and Islam too?

Join us this Sunday as we begin our Advent and Christmas sermon series, “We Have Heard on High!”  To start, we will flip the pages of scripture all the way to the back of the Book—to Revelation and the description of the Archangel Michael’s famous battle with the Dragon.

It is a story of ferocious conflict.  It is a story for anyone who has ever struggled with darkness.

It is a story that just might change your view of angels.

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  • LouNo Gravatar

    My favorite Christmas angel is the Herdman girl who corrals and prods the shepherds to move faster down the sanctuary aisle toward the manger in the closing scenes of Barbara Robinson’s “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.” The enthusiasm with which she exclaims the Good News is a starling yet refreshing sight. Makes me wonder if that might not have been how it was the first Christmas.