Shepher's Monologue

I decided it was time for people to know the birth of the Messiah. I called a group of angels and told them, “Go to the fields where the shepherd let their sheep graze. Tell them all about the birth of my son and send them to the stable where he lies.” “Yes my lord,” they replied smiling brightly. They flew to Earth and did my

"The rapture dream is over, but in wakening I am reborn. The world is not ready for me, but here I am. It would be so easy to misjudge them. You are my conscious Father, and I need you to guide me."

Awe. Complete and utter awe. That was the only way I could ever describe the feeling the night sky struck into me with its thousands upon thousands of stars. I had never seen the sky this beautiful. I had never seen anything like this all my life. Taking a few steps back, I seated myself on a stone that stood like a miniature plateau above the surrounding grass. I had been told this would be the best spot to see the sky tonight, and I had not been told a lie. I looked straight up so that the rest of the Earth escaped my view, so that there would be nothing but the endless void above me. It would have been intimidating, if not for the pure beauty of the stars that pierced through the dark of night. I slowly looked down upon the town, away from the harsh contrast of black and white to instead a blur of color. Children dashed in small circles around their parents, women danced across the square wearing vibrant dresses, men sat to the side as they drank, made cheerful conversation, and smiled, admiring the festival around them just as I was from the top of my overlook, hidden by the night.

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The sheep stopped and turned to see the light. We turned around there we saw a group of angels looking down upon us. One of the angels said “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find the baby wrapped in cloth and lying in a manger.” Suddenly all the angels started to sing to God “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” The angels left and we said to each other “ Let’s use go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” We headed to the town and found the baby Jesus. When we fell on our knees and praised

I lie awake that night asking every possible question, dissecting every thought that made its way into my brain. I even moved my lips along with them, turning them into silent whispers, as if that made them any more substantial and easier to understand. But like other nights before, the room was still silent; no holy light emanated behind my bedroom door. No dreams of Gabriel came to me that night. Once again, I was left disappointed, anxious, and sleep - deprived.

The cloud-like carpet graced my feet as I seized the nearest corner. Relief radiated out of my chest; meanwhile the serenity enveloping me dissolved the insults of stress condensed throughout the day. Many in my circumference reciprocated my actions, shifting my focus to them. That made me grasp the diversity of prayers accumulated in the ambience. While some were scarcely whispering their desires; the facial expressions were fluorescent.

. . .” I repeated the whole Psalm, over and over, with a sudden clar­ity of memory. First it was a prayer; then it became the answer to the prayer. I was suddenly aware of another presence in the stark hospital cell, not exactly visible, but unmistakably, pow­erfully there. It was this new Christ I’d been reading about. There was no doubt of it; this Son of God was saying: “Come to Me . . .” and He was there. As the Psalm continued to flow through my mind it was as if He took me to Himself, held me, and filled me with a peace and a quiet that left me sure that everything was going to be all right, no matter what came next. Whether I lived or died, I had nothing to fear: “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me (Johnson, para.15)

For around 30 seconds, I heard cicadas chirp the way they do at dusk. Looking up into the dark afternoon sky was comparable to considering the eye of a divine being. I saw

I fell into a fitful sleep at dawn. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing not sure if I’d just started to cry or if I had cried all night. I dabbed at my red and swollen eyes. Another day another phone call. The days following Oliver’s death were filled with concerned calls from relatives and friends. They probably thought that all I did at home

Nevertheless, after long moments of silence, only filled by my voice echoing throughout the halls, a group of voices from the entrance cried out my name.

The sound of this voice woke me up mystified. I prayed and sought the meaning of this dream,

High pitched screams fill my ears. I cut through the crowd still trying to make sense of what was taking place.

In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a city of Galilee, called Nazareth, a virgin espoused with a man that his name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the Mary's name was Mary. And entering the Angel where she was, said: Hail, very favored! The Lord is with you; blessed you between women. But she, when she saw him, was troubled by her words, and I thought what salutation this would be. Then the angel said to her: Mary, fear not, because you have found favor before God. And now, you will conceive in your womb, and you will give birth to a son, and you will call his name JESUS. This will be great, and he will be called Son of the Most High; and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father; and will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and His kingdom will have no end.Then Mary said to the angel: How will it be? I do not know a man Answering the angel, he said: The Holy Spirit will

Soon afterwards a speck of water hit my glasses and I return my gaze to the sea. Waves rush upon the face of the cliffs hundreds of feet below, caught in the same gusts that have captured my spirit. Flowing as I flow, froth and foam rising from the depths, spilling over like the tears on my cheeks. I finally understand Icarus, who loved the sun so much that he let it end his life. Looking at the light breaking through the clouds, I feel that same longing. Is this how the world was before Man took its first breath? Do those ethereal beings remain here because it reminds them of home? If so, it is something we have in common. I do not wish to leave; though I must.