An Angel Reflects

Part 2


The Archangel circled the earth looking for opportunities to intervene on the behalf of the creation man. His legions did the same. Michael knew where each guardian was located. The One who knew all had created him with this ability. This awareness began at the moment of his creation, and at the moment of theirs. Still, he did not have this knowledge of men, or of the events that would harm them. As he circled he reflected again on his own limitations. He found himself doing this more and more as the centuries came and went.

Had the One with eyes that see all made a mistake when Michael was brought into existence? This thought made the angel uncomfortable. For thousands of years he would not allow himself to think it, but for the past decade of centuries he did. Still it made him anxious. If it were true, than He who can creates from thought, was Himself flawed. Michael thought of Lucifer. Lucifer had been one of Michael’s legions until the rebellion. As such Michael knew Lucifer’s location and actions every millisecond of time. The knowledge made the Archangel frown and tense his massive blood stained wings.

Was Lucifer a mistake or an intention? If a mistake, than He who knows the suffering of all was imperfect, and than the meaning of all was in doubt for the angel. It was all for nothing. All creation was a horribly flawed with no purpose, no great answer, and no master plan. It was just out of control, and possibly out of control of the Creator.

As he circled what man called the African Continent, Michael considered the alternative. Lucifer was an intended part of the plan of He who knows the outcome of all events. There was some small comfort in this for the Archangel. For him it meant there was a purpose to all the suffering, to his suffering, to the suffering he could not prevent due to the limitation of his own creation. Still it tortured him. His mission and that of his legions since the rebellion against He who is life, was to protect and intervene toward the good of man, but without the ability to know the mind of man, success was never total, and would never be until time ceased.

As the Archangel’s attention became focused on a car bomb being driven toward a school full of children, and within the fraction of a second it took him to wrap his massive wings around the school and place his body between the building and the car, Michael felt drops of rain upon his body. No ordinary rain was this. He knew it well. It was the tears of the One who knows the meaning of all. As the bomb exploded and impacted the angel, his blood began to flow, the tears were not a comfort.