By Lisa Rieck

After the Angel

We say,
I am the Lord’s servant, 
when the angel-glow is close 
enough to touch. In that moment, 
our holiness soars to its feet, ready to 
greet whatever epic task was just passed to us.
It’s the next moments that matter — when
the angel-light has scattered into
the sky, leaving behind the ordinary darkness, the
unspectacular hum of a Nazareth
night, and suspicious gazes from neighbors,
when the word that wafted so 
splendidly from heaven to 
earth now seems absurd,
when the stares of strangers become
bolder as the baby begins to grow,
when Joseph wants to walk away, 
when no one knows what to say to a girl who
claims her seeming disgrace is actually 
good news of grace for the world.
I hope then that I will still 
be the Lord’s servant, opening 
my hands to welcome, like a 
womb, the Word that is being fulfilled.
About the Author

Lisa Rieck is a writer and editor on InterVarsity’s communications team. She worked at InterVarsity Press for over nine years as a proofreader and Bible study editor (and, as it were, resident limerick-writer). She is continually inspired by the beauty of the sky and loves good conversation with family and friends over steaming-hot beverages.

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