Hebrews 1:14… Are they (angels) not all ministering spirits, sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation?
Angels are serving us as they obey God. And they are serving God as they serve us. “Even as you have done it unto the least of these my brothers, you have done it unto me.” Considering the actions of angels is both comforting and frightening. It is comforting because we know they come from God in heaven. But it is also frightening because we can’t see them but they are supposedly around us. When I was a little tyke, mom led me in a prayer at night… “Jesus, send your angels bright to watch around my bed tonight.”
As a young boy, that comforted me. But as a young man, I think I thought it unnecessary. I don’t believe I ever quoted that prayer after my mom quit tucking me in. Why? I’m not sure but it might have something to do with self-sufficiency. I did not admit the need for help. Men, in the United States, have trouble asking directions. I fit that definition quite well. What is that about? I think it has something to do with human pride. God knows that about our nature, and has watched us stumble in darkness for centuries. He sent His Son, the light of the world, to brighten each day and to show the way. His angels have been, and are, here to help us. One step toward receiving help is admitting need. Men… can you admit that you don’t always know what is going on and what you should do next? By ‘admit’, I mean confess. That’s a tough one. As a Christian, we think we are belittling God by admitting defeat or uncertainty. What we are admitting is that we need God. To “need” anything is humbling. So I am writing about humility. How did I get here? Not sure… except that God has sent His angels to help us which we have, for the most part, ignored, because we don’t want to admit need. Admitting need is admitting weakness and no man wants to admit weakness. I have noticed a tendency in me lately… When I can’t do something that is physically challenging, I make sure to tell whoever is listening that I used to be able to do that all day long. Aging is humbling; rather than admit need, I try to get people to imagine me in my prime. That is, quite simply, pride. Pride interferes with the power of God. He resists the proud and gives grace to the humble. Grace is not grease; it is God’s power. We need!!!