Last night there was a drive by celebration for the birthday of our church. The clouds were festive, that glorious white that defies shadows. We were part of a line of cars that drove past a medley of scenes from the book of Revelation. Each one told a story of beauty, and courage, and hope in a world that hungers for such promises. The woman clothed with the sun had a crown of golden stars. The bride stood at the base of a castle much like the holy city, with a river flowing by and the tree of life. Then because it was a party, volunteers handed out ice cream and gifts to the children. 

 

Our family sang. 

 

One of the depictions was about the great red dragon, and his efforts to harm the new born baby. But Michael and his angels had their swords drawn. 

 

It can be reassuring to see the image of a hero. Most of us need rescuing from time to time. Sometimes the foes that threaten us loom like storm clouds, ready to dump their heavy load on our vulnerable heads. Current circumstances seem swollen with such perils, and the belief that there are angels coming to defend us is welcome news. 

 

As the light began to wane I clung to the notion that we, too, will find protection.