You were created, not born.
You’ve probably never known materiality, had a body, possessed a thing, felt hunger or thirst or physical pain or pleasure or lust.
You’ve never feared death because you were made to live forever.
You dwell in eternity, at the point of transcending time and space.
You have always known God.
At least, you have always known as much of His nature as He has chosen to reveal it to you. You have known that it was good, and loving, and giving.
Some time back, there was a parting. Some angels left to go their own way, rather than God’s way.
When He created materiality and time and life that could end and mankind that reflected His image as the culmination of creation, at least one of the rebels was involved in luring mankind away from God to go his and her own way, rather than God’s way.
You saw things go from bad to worse. Perhaps you have even served as God’s messenger to some of his mortal people. Still they went their own way.
And had nothing to look forward to but death.
Then you saw the Prince of Heaven become one of the mortals; heard Him teach and saw Him heal and witnessed His love and watched Him die at their hands … and live again, so that they would have a chance to live after death, too.
What do you make of that?
What can you understand of it?
What do you deduce?
Is there something more intrinsically powerful and desirable and magnetic than going your own way? Some joy that is deeper? Some yearning more satisfying? Some emptying of self that is more filling?
Something that these mortal creatures can somehow perceive, though they have never seen it?
Something they will give their lives to, though they can only hope for it?
Something that they will suffer in order to enjoy?
Something for which they will trade now to receive later?
Something intangible, inexpressible, irreplaceable?
What is it?
What does it mean?
To a mortal?
To an angel?