An Angelic Visit

I was praying for guidance on what to write next. I wanted to write a short story about Christmas, but wasn't sure how to write it. Last night I dreamed that I was telling others about an experience I had during the 2009 Christmas season. So I went with this story instead.

Christmas 2009 was the dreariest Christmas I’ve experienced since the Jimmy Carter era. Doom and gloom hung over the festive season; no one, it seemed, was in the Christmas spirit. There were only a handful of houses decorated with Christmas decorations and we were one of them.

Shame on me for not writing the date down, but it was near Christmas. The outside lights were aglow as my wife and I prepared for bed. I closed my eyes and gave her a goodnight hug as we stood in the living room.

Old Testament and New Testament writers didn’t have a robust vocabulary to describe what they saw. Today, even with ours, I have a hard time describing what I saw. I sensed something in the living room as we hugged. I opened my eyes and saw him.

The smiling angel was standing in the corner next to the front door. The top of his head touched the ceiling; he was easily seven foot tall. Transparent and Translucent aren’t descriptive enough to describe his appearance. I could see right through him, yet I could see the outline of his body. I didn’t see any wings, but I could see some intricate patterns on his robe. The best way I can describe his appearance is to think of Space Ghost when he was invisible.

I was in awe. I totally lost track of time as we continued to look at each other. I wondered why he was there, why did God send him? I finally returned his warm smile.

I read and heard stories similar to this experience; he was there for me to see him. I knew when I turned my gaze away he would leave. I quickly glanced at my wife’s hair and then looked up. He was gone.

That was five years ago and I still don’t have any answers to why he was there. I know when it’s time for me to meet the Almighty I will see him again; maybe he’ll be the one to escort me to see Him. Perhaps it was simply for me to jot down this little story and wish everyone a Merry Christmas?

So I’ll end it by wishing you a very Merry Christmas!