Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation? Hebrews 1:14
I’m one of those sappy people who LOVES a feel-good movie. So at Christmas time, I develop an extreme addiction to the Hallmark Channel. They have at least four to five of these movies a day, all with beautiful people, all with happy endings.
There’s usually just two story lines, both of which you can predict the ending of within three minutes of its start. Either the lead character has lost their way and has buried their loneliness in the pursuit of success and consumerism, or they’ve lost their loved one and are buried under grief. One formula to reach the happy ending is the perfect match comes along and redeems them through love.
But my favorite formula is when it’s an angel that leads them to the happy ending. In this scenario, the angel takes on a human form. Then, slowly, with small acts of kindness and gentle guidance, they lead the person to love.
When I wrote a post a few weeks ago about my mom, my friend commented that my mom is one of those “angels on earth.” It got me thinking. And I guess because I’ve been watching too many Hallmark movies, my thoughts took on the form of a movie…
In the movie in my head, I envision all these angels standing before God. They are completely confused because they have no idea they are angels. God is reviewing their lives, showing them their time on earth. He stops rolling the film at each and every juncture in their journey where they either chose to be selfish, or chose to help someone.
The ones who chose to be selfish are the most confused, because, mixed in to their emotions is extreme embarrassment. Here they are, standing before God, and they’re witnessing those moments in their lives where it would have cost them next to nothing to help someone else, but they preferred not to.
“But I didn’t know I was an angel,” each one cries to God, trying to excuse his or her behavior. “Had I known, I would have tried harder. Had I known I was an angel, I would have done it differently. Really, God, I would have.” God responds very simply, “Every person on earth was sent to be an angel.”
That’s where the little movie in my head ends because I think that’s the point God wants to make with me too. We all have the potential to be angels here on earth, like my mom. We just have to follow her lead and choose to help others over selfishness.
We just have to try harder, focus more on what really matters. I’m not talking about the big stuff. I truly believe the majority of us are innately good, and would choose to help in a crisis.
I’m talking about the little stuff: looking people in the eye when they’re talking, taking the time to really listen, letting people know they matter, putting that kind thought into words, noticing changes in people and telling them so. True, the small kindnesses are just a drop in the bucket. But when that drop is given with love and good intentions, it ripples out and multiplies through our individual worlds. It’s the small acts of kindness that plant seeds, cause people to make subtle changes, inspire people to pay it forward.
Although Christmas is supposed to be about the birth of Jesus, the focus seems to be more on gifts and angels these days. Here’s a crazy thought: Maybe it’s supposed to be, we just haven’t finished connecting the dots. Maybe the best gift we can all give Jesus is to become angels on earth, gifting ourselves to others.
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