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Excerpts from An Ange'ls Story

Gabriel.” Just the sound of my King’s voice stirred my heart. I left my post at the entryway and stepped into the throne room. To my left was the desk on which sat the Book of Life. Ahead of me was the throne of Almighty God. I entered the circle of unceasing Light, folded my wings before me to cover my face, and knelt before Him. “Yes, my Lord?”

 “You have served the kingdom well. You are a noble messenger. Never have you flinched in duty. Never have you flagged in zeal.

 I bowed my head, basking in the words. “Whatever You ask, I’ll do a thousand times over, my King,” I promised.

Of that, I have no doubt, dear messenger.” His voice assumed a solemnity I’d never heard Him use. “But your greatest work lies ahead of you. Your next assignment is to carry a gift to Earth. Behold.

 I lifted my eyes to see a necklace—a clear vial on a golden chain—dangling from His extended hand.

 My Father spoke earnestly, “Though empty, this vial will soon contain My greatest gift.” …Handing me the necklace, He explained, “This vial will contain the essence of Myself; a Seed to be placed in the womb of a young girl. Her name is Mary. She lives among My chosen people. The fruit of the Seed is the Son of God. Take it to her.”  

But how will I know her?” I asked.

Don’t worry. You will.

 I could not comprehend God’s plan, but my understanding was not essential.

My obedience was. I lowered my head, and He draped the chain around my neck. Amazingly, the vial was no longer empty. It glowed with Light.

 “Jesus. Tell her to call My Son Jesus.

 

The Father whispered to me. I heard Him as if at my side. “Go, Gabriel: go and tell Mary.”  

On a wave of worship I flew, this time alone. I circled through the clouds and over the ground. Below me was the city where Mary was born. The Father was right; I knew her in an instant. Her heart had no shadow. Her soul was as pure as any I’ve seen.  

I made the final descent. “Mary.” I kept my voice low so as not to startle her.

She turned but saw nothing. Then I realized I was invisible to her. I waved my wings before my body and incarnated. She covered her face at the Light and shrank into the protection of the doorway.  

Don’t be afraid,” I urged.  

The minute I spoke, she looked up toward the sky. Again I was amazed.  

I praised my Father for His wisdom. Her heart is so flawless, so willing.

Greetings. God be with you.”  

Her eyes widened, and she turned as if to run. “Mary, you have nothing to fear. You have found favor with God. You will become pregnant and give birth to a son and call His name Jesus. He will be great. He will be called the Son of the Highest. The Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David; He will rule Jacob’s house forever—no end, ever, to His kingdom.”  

Though she was listening, she was puzzled.  

But how? I’ve never slept with a man.

Before I spoke I looked up into the heavens. The Father was standing, giving me His blessing.  

I continued, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, the power of the Highest hover over you; therefore, the child you bring to birth will be called Holy, Son of God. Nothing, you see, is impossible with God.

 Mary looked at me, then up into the sky. For a long time she gazed into the blueness, so long that I, too, looked up. Did she see the angels? Did the heavens open? I do not know. But I do know when I looked back at her, she was smiling.

 “Yes, I see it all now: I’m the Lord’s maid, ready to serve. Let it be with me just as you say.

 As she spoke, a Light appeared in her womb.

The King walked over and reached for the book. He turned it toward Lucifer and commanded, “Come, Deceiver, read the name of the One who will call your bluff. Read the name of the One who will storm your gates.” Satan rose slowly off his haunches. Like a wary wolf, he walked a wide circle toward the desk until he stood before the volume and read the word:  

Immanuel?” he muttered to himself, then spoke in a tone of disbelief. “God with us?” For the first time the hooded head turned squarely toward the face of the Father. “No. Not even You would do that. Not even You would go so far.”  

You’ve never believed me, Satan.”  

But Immanuel? The plan is bizarre! You don’t know what it’s like on Earth! You don’t know how dark I’ve made it. It’s putrid. It’s evil. It’s…”

 “IT IS MINE,” proclaimed the King. “AND I WILL RECLAIM WHAT IS MINE. I WILL BECOME FLESH. I WILL FEEL WHAT MY CREATURES FEEL. I WILL SEE WHAT THEY SEE.”  

But what of their sin?”  

I will bring mercy.”  

What of their death?”  

I will give life.”  

Satan stood speechless.  

God spoke, “I love my children. Love does not take away the beloved’s freedom. But love takes away fear. And Immanuel will leave behind a tribe of fearless children. They will not fear you or your hell.

Satan stepped back at the thought. His retort was childish. “Th-th-they will too!”  

I will take away all sin. I will take away death. Without sin and without death, you have no power.

 Around and around in a circle Satan paced, clenching and unclenching his wiry fingers. When he finally stopped, he asked a question that even I was thinking. “Why? Why would You do this?”  

The Father’s voice was deep and soft. “Because I love them.