A Ship without a Crew

Ever since the Great War, I've been the captain, sailing the ship in the vast sea of clouds. Planes full of people fly by our ship. They never see us; they are too concerned about their Earthly problems. We laugh at this. Today we are protecting the Arc of the Covenant. We’ve been guarding treasures for centuries. Like most of the other angels, my crew has begun to desire flesh. We sail our ship in the direction of God’s throne. I stand before him surrounded by my crew. I ask Him to make us into flesh. I say, “We wish to know what our Lord, Jesus Christ, has suffered, so that we may better understand and appreciate Him.” God likes this argument. We are born within days of one another, and we will die within weeks of each other. Our ship awaits at Heaven’s gateway for its crew, to protect the treasures of Heaven forevermore.