Scripture:  And the angel said to me, “Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.”


And he said to me, “These are the true words of God.”


Then I fell down at his feet to worship him, but he said to me, “You must not do that!  I am a fellow servant with you and your brothers who hold to the testimony of Jesus.  Worship God.”


For the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy. (Rev 19:9-10)


Observation:  Worship God!  All creatures of our God and King!  Halleluiah!  AMEN.  Isn’t that something to notice that a person must be invited and cannot barge in of their own accord?


Analysis:  If an angel said to me, “Write this…”, would my hands stop shaking enough so I could?


Here he goes: “Blessed. Invited, Marriage supper of the Lamb—these are the true words of God!”  And how do I respond?  “I fell down at his feet to worship…the angel.”  The angel goes “Arggh!  Stop that.  Don’t do that!”  He slaps his forehead and says to himself, “why do they always do that?  It is so frustrating.”


“Listen guy, I am a servant just like you.  Get off your face and start writing what I am saying–worshipping me, are you nuts?  Worship God alone.  Really! (muttering) Inconceivable…”


I must write like this every so often just to keep check on my own uppity-ness.  I can think way too highly of myself, have a way too serious manner, and just ooze into some sort of self-righteousness.


Angels get the same response wherever they appear: “Hi, there, I am the angel…” and before they can name themselves, faces are on the floor, shaking with fear.  “Come on, get up.  I have to start all over—Hi, there, I am the angel…” and splat, on the floor again.  I wonder if they tap their feet or flap their wings in impatience?  I am pretty sure that heaven’s angels don’t roll their eyes…


Sorry, I ran off into Right Field.  I didn’t run off into the other side of the outfield because according to some the thing call the rapture has occurred and that is where everyone was “left.”  Get it?


Oh, my.  No jewels for me, just a lump of coal.


Prayer: Goodness, Lord.  Like I tell my wife I have a lot to answer for—discipling her to exhibit the same weird humor I have.  Thank you for a little fun today…AMEN