I came across this poem this morning by Chad Holtz. It first appeared on his blogDancing on Saturday yesterday a Twas the Night Before Rapture I was particularly caught by the line at the end you haven’t been raptured you’ve been born anew – love that sentiment especially as a I read this morning “Put on your new nature and be renewed as you learn to know your Creator and become like him (Colloisians 3:10)
Twas the night before rapture, when all through God’s House,
Not an angel was stirring, not even a mouse.
The phylacteries were hung on the doorposts with care
In hopes that the humans soon would be here.
We cherubim were nestled all snug in our clouds
While visions of tourists got us aroused.
They’ll be speechless and wide-eyed and jet-lagged to boot
What a prime time for hazing it will be such a hoot.
When just cubits away there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our nests to see what was the matter.
Outside our window beyond the crystal sea
A lone human girl looking lost did we see.
The rubies and sapphires did twinkle and glow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to our earless ears did we hear
A soul-piercing cry from the human in tears.
With the parade all glitzy and ready to dance
We angels looked on, as though in a trance.
Wringing our wings we fretted and fraught,
Jehovah will be here any moment we thought!
Hosanna! Hosanna! Came his brigade
Whatever will happen, we were so afraid!
This wasn’t the plan, twas never a thought
Millennia of work and just one human we got?
We crouched as we could behind the gold sham
And peered down below at Jesus the Lamb.
The human was sobbing her face was maroon
And Gabriel dropped his kazoo and balloons.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of seraphim hooves.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around
Down the chimney did Arch Angel Michael abound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his wings,
And his clothes were all tarnished with glitter and things.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
“What are you doing?! You fool, can’t you see?”
Gabriel was angry, as mad as could be.
“This is no time to play one of your earth-people tricks
We need a miracle now, not Saint Nick.”
Chagrined and besotted we turned back to see
The scene just outside between Jesus and she.
Cupping our wings we got real, real quiet.
And waited for heaven to break out in riot.
But what did our anxious angel ears hear?
Not an angry Lord, but one calming her fears.
“Come now, my child, tell me your sorrows,
This is heaven, you know, a land full of tomorrows.”
Through gut wrenching sobs she bravely did speak,
“I’m here but they’re there, this is not the heaven I seek!
Please let me go back to my family and friends,
This won’t be a party till everyone wins.”
“My child, don’t worry,” said the Lamb who was slain,
“Did you really believe my death was in vain?
Your heart is now beating for all of my crew,
You haven’t been raptured you’ve been born anew.”
And as quick as she came she was gone in a flash
We hurried to get back to our clouds in a dash.
“Angels,” God said, “You can call off the fuss,
It won’t happen till everyone loves as she does.