The Pain of Praise
Every once in a while I find myself looking down at the creation the Lord loves the most. I'll never understand His logic in that. I will never see the reason He loves the filthy creatures He calls man. In my moments of pain, anguish, and agony, I find myself watching, waiting, and thinking of the hundreds of humans I am going to help slaughter when the end of time arrives.
No, I don't like the humans. I have several reasons not to like them. But despite all there reasons to dislike them, I have begun to hate them for one reason. The reason I hate them is not because they kill their infants before they have their first cry of life, it's not because they attempt to marry their own genders, it's not because they blasphemy the Lord, and it's not even because I will one day serve some of them as I have their ancestors, I hate them because I am in one of their Christmas songs. Every year that the humans decide to celebrate the Master's birth I listen as the humans call my name 4 times before singing "Born is the King of Israel." After hearing that, I have to fight the urge to smite them.
El Shaddai told me that I should be happy that I am the only Angel that shares the name of one of the few songs that the Humans use to recognize Jesus as their Lord. Surprisingly this very fact is the reason I hate the song; it brings my mind back to the day when everything went wrong, the day when the grand Cherubim Lucifer, the son of the morning, made the decision to match Yawe's Glory.
I remember it very vividly. Lucifer was not exactly second in command in heaven but he might as well have been because I think that he would fit the role better than Michael the Archangel himself. Lucifer had every reason to be envied. You see, we each are divided into our groups. Michael is the Archangel who basically delivers the Almighty's orders, Gabriel was the messenger angel, The Seraphs, the fiery serpents, were in charge of praise, and the Cherubs were guardians. But Lucifer was more than just a guardian; his job as to guard God. Who could ask for a higher honor? Lucifer was an angel's angel. The Lord Himself calls him perfect in all his ways…until Lucifer went too far. None of us were sure why he wanted to Overthrow God since everything was going great and we had plenty of manna, but for some reason, Lucifer became proud. His praise got to his head and he now planned to not only overthrow God, but surpass His glory!
Before long he had convinced one third of us to join him in his rebellion. Only the Lord himself will know the pain I felt when I refused Lucifer's offer. The look on his face, that disappointed look, that hurt look, that devastated look, the look of pain and anguish. Shortly afterwards, the inevitable happened; Michael led us in battle against Lucifer and his angels. We out numbered his army two to one numbers met nothing in this battle; it was only by the blood of Christ that we won. Our attack was successful but the pain was almost unbearable as I saw my friend Lucifer, who's training got me a position in Michael's army, fall from heaven and into the creation below.
Looking back, I wonder will this song also cause me to be prideful? Will I think that I deserve to be on par with the Almighty? Will this song, this honor, be my downfall as it was Lucifer's? Will I ever be able to remind myself that He is the creator and I am the creation….or will I to be doomed to the depths of hell for my pride?