There’s been quite a stir for some time now.
We have watched as humanity has begged for a Savior. Honestly, we aren’t really sure why He kept giving humans a chance to get anything right. Can you imagine years of watching people fail, protecting them, sending messages from God… over and over again. Leaders, kings, and prophets – no one could get it right.
Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Gabriel. I have the distinct honor of standing in the presence of God. I see it all. I hear it all. I explained Daniel’s vision, gave a message to Zechariah, and Mary…well I need to explain that moment.
We all felt the holy tension. He was about to do something. We’ll never forget the day word began to spread… He was sending His son. Even as I write this, I can feel my eyes welling up with tears and my heart sinking in my chest. When the announcement was first made, we rejoiced! We had become very fond of humans, we are following His example. He has a love for them that none of us really understood. In our adoration of Him, we could sense His care for them. They never left His mind.
“Gabriel,’ He said in a way that commanded attention, “I’m sending Jesus.”
Neither of us spoke for what felt like hours. I’m not sure if humans realize how much this decision shifted heaven. There was so much joy yet so much sadness. God was sending His son. The right hand of God would be empty for a while. Of course, we knew Jesus was coming back, but we knew what had to happen first.
I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.
God chose Mary and Joseph to carry and care for His son. We’ve had our eyes on them for quite some time. I was always very fond of Mary (I think He was too). He wanted me to be the one to tell her.
I cried because it was such an honor. I cried because I love Jesus. I cried because I felt God’s heart; a heart that had the ability to love His son and His people.
I did something that I never thought I do (after saying yes, of course, to His request), I hugged Him. I hugged Him and I let the warm tears run down my face. This moment, this sacrifice made His glory more vibrant.
I got myself together and prepared for this moment, our moment.
I appeared to Mary and said, “Greetings, favored woman! The Lord is with you!”
Confused and disturbed, Mary tried to process what that could mean.
“Don’t be afraid, Mary,” I told her, “for you have found favor with God! You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be very great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David. And he will reign over Israel forever; his Kingdom will never end!”
Mary asked the me, “But how can this happen? I am a virgin.”
I replied, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the baby to be born will be holy, and he will be called the Son of God. What’s more, your relative Elizabeth has become pregnant in her old age! People used to say she was barren, but she has conceived a son and is now in her sixth month. For the word of God will never fail.”
Mary responded, “I am the Lord’s servant. May everything you have said about me come true.”
I knew I liked her.
The night Jesus was born there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep.
I appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them.
They were terrified, but then I reassured them. “Don’t be afraid! I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.”
Then my friends joined me and we sang together ;
“Glory to God in highest heaven, and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”
Oh, I still love that song.
He really does deserve all the glory. I wish you knew Him the way we do. I could never describe His glory in human words.
Jesus’ time on Earth brought salvation, but it also brought pain and tears… the Son of God suffering at the hands of the very ones He came to save. We didn’t get it. But when Jesus came home – it all made sense.
Someday I will get to tell you this story face to face. We’re gearing up for what I’ll call ‘Part 2’.
Jesus is going back to get His people. But it will be very different than His gentle arrival as a newborn baby. I hope you know how much love, eternal love, filled that rough-hewn manger that night in Bethlehem, and fills His heart still… love for you.
adapted from Luke 1 & 2