In the beginning.
No… That is not right.
In their beginning.
Yes, that’s better.
In their beginning a great clap sounds in the heavens. This great plan of sound and light pulsates and ripples through the preverbal ether expanding as it thunders on. It is a sight and sound so awesome that human minds, with their feeble eyes and ears cannot hope to envision or comprehend. It is a moment of the first life. And yet, to the Creator, it must have seemed only a whisper.
When I speak of the first life I do not imply that of human beings. No, this honor fell to another race and them alone. When I speak of the first life I speak of the trumpet blowers and music players the ministers and the confessors the declares of glory and that of light. When I speak of the first light I speak of the Angels. Gods first created beings and the subject of this little story.
Now I don’t know about you but some of you may see harp players with wings when you think of angels and others may not believe in them at all. But the truth friends is that they do exist and that the reality of their existence is vastly more surreal and fantastic than any of us could hope to imagine.
When I speak of angels I do not speak of one race of people. I speak of an entire created order of purpose. Purpose you may ask? Well, like I have said just before, the truth is much stranger than you could have ever imagined. Angels live with just purpose. The purpose the Creator gave them as he spoke them into existence. Some sing and some dance, some proclaim and some minister, some are messengers and some are followers. Still others, namely two, are leaders. It is of these leaders that this story shall be about. It is a story of great triumph and great disappointments of friendship and betrayal but mostly it is the story of pride. A pride of a great Angel and how that pride ripped the very fabric of heaven in two, casting out a full third of its number. It is the story of the Morning Star or maybe you know him by his heavenly name, Lucifer.
Have you ever wondered what the point of anything is? Why are we here? If you have ever sat down and truly given it some serious thought you may have come to some grandiose conclusions. Things like love and justice or maybe so that the universe would have someone to sit back and marvel at it. All noble and oh so deserving of us. We are created in God’s image, whatever that means. But what if you were not created in God’s image. What if you were created for the sole purpose of displaying and declaring the glory of the most high? What if all your days, if you can really call a day a day, were filled with endless praise to the Most High. With servitude that occupied every facet of your very existence. What if you were an angel and you sat back one day and instead of seeing your purpose as being something as grandiose as love you are suddenly awakened to the fact that your life will never be anything more than what you are experiencing right now. Now pretend that you shall exist forever and suddenly one looking at this situation may begin to grow very tired. So tired that one may even desire to change one’s circumstance.
That one is Lucifer although he doesn’t know it yet.
There is no darkness in heaven. Not even the faintest whisper or cold touch of the slightest shadow. Instead everything is saturated in a wonderful light that comes from everywhere and nowhere at once. You must understand that trying to describe heaven to the human mind is like trying to describe a desert to a fish. It is an exercise in futility at best. But imagine if you would just for a moment that heaven is like the light. It comes from everywhere and nowhere at once. Time cannot have any meaning here. Existence is like a moment that lasts and lasts and changes in a splendid infinite number of ways and yet you cannot discern that anything is different. In such a place as this only truth can exist. The father says that all truth is revealed in time and, if time has no meaning, then truth must be all encompassing in heaven. Lies can have no place there.
Michael’s footfalls echoed into the chaotic stillness as he made his way up toward the throne room of the Most High. The brilliance that saturated everything grew as he made his way to his master’s house. Past pillars of beauty he walked. Pointless as it was he could never resist the temptation to look up at them and, as always, only frustration greeted him. The pillars vanished in the brilliance as they stretched on and on for what must have been forever. And, for the first time, it occurred to him that it probably was.
Then the throne room found him. He desired to be there and it simply found him, exploded into him. Brilliance that only these created beings could ever hope to withstand eradiated the Morning Star. Then the declarers began to sing.
“Holy, holy is the Lord our God,” they shouted triumphantly, “who was and is and is to come.”
Repeating this they bowed down their heads and from their opened mouths fire that has no heat roared forth. The Lords praises could only be spoken in heaven in such a way. All creation cried out in that fire as it united with these angels to proclaim the name of the Most High.
Like a swirling torrent the fire engulfed the very air and yet burned nothing. Its touch not painful but divine. Searing into the very nature of things it leaps from being to being stirring them on. Ferocity is too simple a word to describe the throne room of the Most High and even then, even for the beings created to be in His presence they would only ever know the fringes of His nature.
Who knows, maybe this is what unsettled Lucifer first.
Michael always had to look ever so closely into the chaos. Waiting as he always did he allowed himself to be taken in by the turmoil, allowed it to envelope him. In this moment as has always been the case before he waited for just one instant. Staring intently into the disorder he found in it a simple little thing. Somewhere deep within the raging he could see just the faintest glimpse of calm. As he continued to stare the calm started to grow. Now, he could never understand or see how it came to him, but the calm came and replaced everything else. The declarers of God disappeared and the fire smothered out.
It is here that Michael found his master. In this brilliance that is the calm and the storm.
It was in this moment that Michael’s Calm began to speak.
“You are mistaken my love.”
Michael found himself confused by this abrupt statement.
“My master,” he replied “please tell me of what I am mistaken.”
“You have it in your head that you allow the fire to envelope you. That you allow yourself to be taken in by it. You should think of this somewhat differently my love. Try to understand this in simpler terms. You are allowed to be a part of what is taking you in. You are invited.”
Michael understood a twinge of something as he listened. A something he had yet to know. In this moment something has changed in him. The what of which is still yet to be known.
“Master, for what purpose have you called me here?”
“Michael,” The Calm replied, “I have created something I would like you to know.”
Now you must understand before we move on one very important thing. Angels do not feel emotions. They do not cry and they do not laugh. They cannot hate and they cannot love. The only thing they live for is to see their purpose fulfilled. In doing this they have purpose. And it is this purpose that everything they are is warped into. So you may be able to understand the deep desire for Michael to see his master’s next creation and then to understand its purpose. For in heaven there was no greater thing than to find, for the first time, the purpose of a newly created thing.
So you may see then Michael’s reply as understandable.
“Show it to me master so that I might learn its purpose.”
And He did.