
And suddenly there was a multitude of heavenly host with the angel, praising God and saying: “Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
Luke 2:13-14, NAB
This scene of the Christmas Story, with the shepherds under dark skies and the angels that appear in heavenly light, is a favorite to picture in my mind. It is second only to imagining the Holy Family in the minutes after Jesus’s birth. I had a difficult time choosing an image to add here but eventually came across this stunning painting by Daniel Bonnell and it is the closest I’ve seen an artwork come to matching my imagination’s recreation of the scene.
It’s just that in my head, I imagine so many angels. I see them packed into the patch of sky arching over the shepherds. I see a tremendous amount of glowing white and gold light surrounding, filling, and beaming from the angels.
In that sky, over those fields, is where we see the glory.
Jesus came without fanfare, but the Father lit the sky with the heavenly glory the Son left behind for Bethlehem.
A multitude of host! Angels uncountable. A host is a multitude in itself. The first angel’s message of the good news of the savior was heralded by a multitude of multitudes of angels. The Son of God was born to Mary and heaven celebrated. Heaven rejoiced. The angels spilled through the divine realm and into our sky. They came with light and joy and song.
My Christmas prayer is that I and every one of you will know the joy of the angels in the celebration of Christ our Lord. We reach this day in such varied circumstances, from the good and beautiful to the painful and discouraging. In every case, may His glorious light crack across darkness and magnify what already shines.
Merry Christmas.
Author’s Note:
It’s been a substantial blessing to spend Advent with you. Thank you for joining me. This reflection series is the first consistent writing I have done in 3 years. The Lord is faithful and I rejoice in Him.





