Two Missions

     It was a beautiful fall day on the earth below. Morning light had released the moon and stars from the night watch. Soft eyes watched every move from their lofty place.  

      Golden hair hung loosely about shoulders that were slightly slumped forward as this one rested his elbows on his knees. Waiting. His quiet countenance set him apart from the others. Today this his mind was fixed on what lay ahead for him. He didn't hear the firm footsteps of his comrade as he entered the chamber.

     "Why are you so thoughtful today?" said the one with dark hair. The difference between the two was stark. They had the same Creator, yet were given completely different auras and features. This one did not have the softness, rather his angular jaw spoke to the strength that also showed in his muscular shoulders and upper arms. His deep-set eyes were piercing and reflected ages of experience.

     "I see so much angst in the lives below," the first replied. "Humans scurrying about, some watching warily around them for any signs of danger. Others are responsible for spreading hate and violence. This is nothing like the world we had in the beginning. It was filled with pure beauty and perfect peace. Sin entered through the first man and woman. And the anointed cherub became prideful because of his beauty; his wisdom was corrupted because of his splendor. He turned on our Creator and was cast out of our paradise. The earth has never been the same.

     "So many kings and leaders, good and horrid, battling through centuries. Lives have become cheap. And here we are again. My work will never be complete, at least not until our Creator reclaims His world and those who have placed complete trust and faith in Him through His Son. Never again will one reside in His kingdom who will betray Him the way the great deceiver did."

     The one who wore gleaming armor across his chest stood and stepped forward overlooking the chaos. "I agree. Because of the vanity of that 'anointed cherub'," he scoffed, "our work is ongoing, and our assignments were made and sealed for times such as these. The chaos is intensifying day by day. Some are responding by placing their trust in the Father. Some are still struggling with their own pride. Others have sadly grieved The Holy One for the last time; their eternal fate is sealed. We can no longer help them."

     The fair one continued his observations: "The people are once again making decisions today. Who will be the leader of this nation that has for so long followed goodness and has reached out to the countless countries with nowhere else to turn? The Throne Room echoes with prayers and praises of those who continue to seek the Creator's mercy and grace. Will this earthly power of the people continue to struggle against the evil force that hatches lies to discourage and bring fear, or will they finally give in to the relentless attacks by taking an easy way out?"

     The strong one returned to his spot and hoisted his helmet to protect his mighty head and neck. He grasped his sword and belted it around his waist. He strapped the iron protection around his thighs. His feet were firmly planted inside the boots that would soon thunder across the heavens on his way to battle.

     The gentler one slowly rose from his seat and took one last look at the scene below. His mission would be one of sharing hope from The Father with His anointed ones. He would see that each one of the messages held securely in his grasp would be delivered.

    Michael and Gabriel were ready for the day.