As she climbed into bed Becky Carr said to her husband James, “No one thanked me!”
“Pastor thanked everyone that worked on the program. What are you so upset about?”
“I wrote it, made costumes, convinced that old farmer to let us use live animals, practiced with those unruly kids twice a week for over a month. I even brought them to church. He should have mentioned my name!”
“Sweetheart, we do this for the glory of God. Tomorrow is Christmas. You shouldn’t be so upset.”
“I’ll get over it. Just let me get some sleep.” Exhausted, Becky closed her eyes.
“Becky, Becky Carr.”
Becky slowly opened her eyes. She sprang to her tiptoes, which were then imbedded in her pillow, her back was against the wall, hands clutching her face, her eyes were large and round like two dinner plates as she trembled at the glistening creature before her bedside.
He stretched out his hand, “Come.”
“I’m not going with you.”
“There is nothing to fear. I have been sent for you. I am an angel.”
“Are you the death angel? Have I died?”
“I am the angel of the church’s past. There are things you need to see.” He grabbed her left wrist and immediately Becky’s bedroom was a place of the past.
Her screams were evidence she had never seen bloodshed like this before. “Don’t feed me to the lions! Why am I here? It’s horrible, save me! Protect me! Get me out of here!”
The angel pulled her closer. “No one can see or hear you. This happened centuries before you were born. You are safe. No harm will come to you.”
“Why? Why? Why are these people being fed to the lions?”
“These people are being fed to the lions because they are Christians.”
Becky gazed into the eyes of the angel, “Who are they? What are their names?”
“The Lord knows, that is enough.”
Instantly Becky found herself sweating, breathing heavy and staring at her ceiling. James was laying next to her, snoring. She rolled onto her side and the second angel of the night stood next to her bed. Without a sound the angel gently grabbed her hand and the two of them found themselves in a large cafeteria style room filled with people.
“I am the angel of the church’s present. What you are witnessing will happen today, Christmas Day. See the man serving the mashed potatoes?”
“Yes. What about him?”
“Except for the administrator of this shelter everyone knows him only as Bob, a volunteer who only works here on Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. The administrator is the only one that knows Bob has paid for all this.”
“There must be 300 people here. It must cost him thousands!” Becky was impressed.
The angel looked into her eyes and told her the real news about Bob, “Not just this dinner, but this whole place is paid for by Bob. Every penny used to run this place, from the staff’s salaries all the way down to the spoons in the kitchen. It has cost him millions.”
Once again, as quickly she left, she had returned to her bed. She turned her head to the left and there he was: visitor number three. Becky reached out and took his hand and she found herself overlooking a crowd of millions. At the front of the crowd, on His throne, was Jesus Christ. The angel then pointed toward the throne and said, “I am the angel of the church’s future and that Becky Carr, is the judgment seat of Christ, where all Christians will be judged for the deeds done in their mortal body. Do you see the man kneeling before Him now?”
“It’s the man that paid for the shelter.”
“Well done, thou good and faithful servant.” Boomed from the throne of God Almighty as Jesus placed a crown on top of the man’s head. He stood and took his place with others already wearing crowns.
A woman approached the throne and kneeled before it. “Angel! Angel! That’s me! That’s me!” Becky shouted then she found herself kneeling near her bedside. She climbed back into bed and waited, but no forth angel did appear.
After several minutes Becky closed her eyes and prayed, “Dear Lord, thank you for showing me the only recognition I should crave is yours. Show me how to be a humble hero until I kneel before you at your throne. Amen”
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