And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field,

keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round

about them:

and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of

great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of

David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye

shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And

suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God,

and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. Luke 2: 8-14.

Advent Devotions for Moms

I don’t have an image of angels visiting shepherds.

I think it exists, but not the way I see it in my mind.

There isn’t a satisfactory image depicting truthful fear.

This is not anxiety, or what if’s. This is a direct intersection of heaven to flesh and bones. A few shepherds on alert for wolves receive what some say are 9′-10′ beings with a 20 foot wing span.  There is no artist depiction of a small band of men who are in the peacefulness of the night and are interrupted by a hologram of Arnold Swarzenegger. (I’ll get to that.)

This fear is terror.

The kind where your bodily functions stop and you either freeze because your life passes before your eyes or you want to run but can’t.

There isn’t an image depicting the caliber of angel that visited them.

In the Greek, it’s an angel that is among the angels that are at the direct service of God on His throne.

This is the same as the angel that visited Mary, Joseph, and will fulfill whatever Revelations holds.

That kind of bada$$ angel.

Where your soul lays your body on the ground and flattens it three feet into the earth. I don’t think they looked at him- they FELT him.

There isn’t an image that shows the caliber of “multitude” of angels praising God in front of the shepherds. The Greek word is “army or band of soldiers” (from heaven). I’m not getting into the theology of angels, but in the Greek, there are angels and they are not naked babies with wings. Armies of the earth are pretty scary to me. Armies of God would blow them all away. We don’t have images of them because I don’t think we can conceive them.

There isn’t an image that shows their faces once everything vanished.

When the show was over, they were no doubt speechless as every cell in their body was recalibrating. Their lives had just been interrupted and shifted toward a spiritual destiny.

There is a moment of speechless wonder.

That’s the moment we don’t have images of.

So, mommas, take photos. Make sure there are images. Images of expressions, of miracles,  of the moments you won’t believe, the seconds that are very “normal” this Christmas, and unexplainable gifts hurled by God into stockings.

Don’t forget to photograph the dog laying around on Christmas eve, the joy of surprises, the food that fills and blesses. There are places in the world where people can not conceive of it.

Those are the images we need – the things that show the image of God here with skin on – our own families embodying blessing this year.

You’ll change the way you remember Christmas…

With Great Joy, Vikki

Advent Devotions for Moms