Have you ever wondered what the dress rehearsal was like for the multitude of the heavenly hosts on that first Christmas eve? The archangel Michael was probably up on the reviewing stand when the angels took their places. Gabriel, horn in hand, was reminding everybody that this was, after all, Good News, and they should smile and look like it! Amid the flutter of angelic wings and the tuning of harps, there was the sound of a great bass/soprano/alto/tenor voice warming up for the Big Announcement. Everyone was excited. They’d been waiting eons for this.
Down below, there was business as usual. Merchants bought and sold. Children played. Soldiers marched, couples married, meals were prepared and cleaned up after, politicians argued, criminals lurked. And in a tiny out-of-the-way place, a young expectant mother was relieved to hear her beloved say, “We’re almost there. Bethlehem’s just over the next rise.”
But in heaven, it was anything but business as usual. Because the Day of days was at hand, a Day established before the foundation of the world in the glorious heart of the Almighty, a Day when the King of kings, the Prince of peace, the Son of God, would come to earth. And the multitude of the heavenly hosts would sing as they had never sung before. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth… peace
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