Flying Saucers (or Ezekiel or What Happens When I Have a
Quiet, Peaceful Day)
The pewter angel I wrote about a while back got me thinking
about angels in general, and I decided to tackle the books in the Bible that
have angels all over them. The Glory Books, they seem to me: Ezekiel, Daniel,
Revelations. It seems to me I have seen plenty of human angels lately, angels
with heart conditions, with bald heads, with big Persian eyes, or eternally
blue shirts, but I wanted to check out the other kind. The alien kind. I have
just finished Ezekiel, so I want to write about it (lucky you, it's one of those quiet, peaceful days) but to tell the
truth, the angels were not on center stage as far as I could tell, which is not
what you’d expect if aliens showed up somewhere on our planet, today. No, we’d
be making a big Hollywood film, for sure. Somehow Ezekiel avoided getting
sidetracked by the whole alien thing and even forgot all about them as he moved
on to his prophetic message. That’s how you know he was really a prophet. Man,
there was no distracting him. This is what I got from Ezekiel, if you’re
interested.
I made myself speed read the book, taking in big gulps of it
all at once, whole concepts. I like reading like this, unless it’s a book like Heretics and Heroes, where I have to
slow down to a donkey’s pace to catch the juicy stuff. Ezekiel has detail
galore, but some of it’s boring. Can I be honest? Do you enjoy reading that “He
measured the east side with his measuring rod, and it was 875 feet long. Then he
measured the north side, and it was also 875 feet. The south side was also 875
feet, so the area was 875 feet on each side(!) (emphasis mine) Don’t get me wrong. There is a reason for these
details, and they need to stay in Ezekiel, and some day they will fill me with
wonder. Just give me time. Meanwhile, I’m speed reading.
The chunks of Ezekiel look like this:
·
Angels looking like flying saucers lift off the
Jewish Temple when God’s presence abandons it.
·
Ezekiel thrashes everyone for being so
idolatrous and disobedient.
·
God promises them a new heart, eventually, when
the punishments are all over.
·
He promises they will know who sent their
troubles and why.
·
Trouble, trouble, and more trouble. To everyone
all around. Looks like nuclear holocaust to me. Horrible stuff.
·
Then the people come back, and the Temple comes
back, and it’s picture perfect. Fits the plan to the micron.
·
Glory comes back. The Law works. The Prince is
not corrupt but does his duty.
·
There is a River that can heal anything, even
the Dead Sea.
·
Ok, this is the one that got me in the throat.
This last one. The last chapter. Are you ready? THE LOST TRIBES COME BACK.
So if this is not getting to you like it’s getting to me,
let me explain. See, when the Northern Kingdom of Israel fell to the Assyrians,
the people didn’t go into Exile together like their Judean neighbors would
later do in Babylon. No, the Assyrians had a much crueler policy. They would
take their prisoners and scatter them throughout their kingdom, mixing them up
with every other kind of people. Those prisoners would not have any chance of
keeping their culture intact, much less their political identity. When the
people of Israel left their tribal lands, they were lost for good, never to
return in any recognizable way. So what is God promising here? What is Ezekiel
saying? How in the world do those tribes come back and know it is their own God
who brought them? They don’t even know they were ever Hebrew. Today most of
them are scattered throughout the Middle East without any trace of Jewishness
in their memory. How can this promise be possible?
I can’t answer that question. Nor can I answer the question
of why God threatens them all so harshly before he gives that promise. He looks
like he’s just out to punish, but I KNOW that’s not his way. What am I missing
here? I have a theory, and you can tell
me what you think: There is no way to reach heaven without going through hell
first—no way to reach forgiveness without repentance. When we mess up, mess
happens, and that is the way God set up Science, so it’s His doing, if you want
to see it that way, but let me tell you, not one drop of consequence gets wasted.
I mean there is not one tear, not one stab of pain happening to anyone anywhere
that we don’t need as a race to turn us around. God chases us down until we
come back. He refuses to let us go. He haunts us. Inexorably, as George MacDonald
pegs it. God stops at nothing, even Holocaust, to get us back. He was willing to suffer and die to have
us back, and he’s willing to let us suffer
and die to get us back, but he’s getting us back, and He hates the hurt it
takes. And when He finally gets His way, the suffering ends. So Ezekiel paints
the story in pictures: angels taking away the glory when we fail; God coming
after us, even cruelly as it seems at the time; our returning in pure,
repentant love; dead bones coming alive; then—THEN--perfect GLORY.
So it seems to me that Ezekiel is about not taking
shortcuts. It’s about the pain of the process and the relentlessness of God. It’s
about how he never lets go, no matter how utterly lost we are. And it’s about aliens watching this with
myriads of eyes and endless wonder.
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