Gabriel On The Moon

Suddenly it was raining hard there, just as hard as it did when Gabe had made the Flood! Angrily, he stopped, lest he flood the whole world again, but it continued to rain. He blew again, and the Sun became black, and a great darkness covered the whole earth, as its Creator hung dying on that cross!

Gabriel's rage knew no limits, and he blew again. This time there was a great earthquake in the city of Jerusalem, and in all the area round about. Gabriel had blown his trumpet so hard and so loud that the curtain covering the Holy Place in the Temple was torn from top to bottom!

He continued to blow! He didn't care anymore! As he blew, some of the dead got up from their graves and began to walk around in the city, talking about the death of Jesus, the Son of God!

With that, Gabe left off blowing his horn. He was tearful for having given in to his anger. He was also sorry for what he had done to the earth in his anger. What would God say to all of that? So he sat down again on that old mountain, putting his big feet in the plain down below, and just watched and waited. Jesus was dead now, and the cross was empty. They had taken him and buried him in a borrowed tomb.

It was Thursday night on the earth. Friday morning came and went. Friday evening was over. Saturday also came and went without any incident. Was God dead? Would Jesus never come out of that grave? He was God, after all. Could it be that Death was more powerful than God? Gabriel, along with all of the Universe, just sat and waited, watching to see what would become of it all.

Sunday morning Jesus came out of that tomb, never to die again! Gabriel, again unable to contain himself and the joy of that event, blew his trumpet long and loud, for all of Creation to hear! There was another earthquake down there again, caused by yours truly, our friend Gabriel.

The years still roll on. Gabriel has been up there on the Moon now for the last twenty centuries. Of course in Angel time, that is just a few weeks. He's no longer practicing. He is PLAYING! He has gotten GOOD!

Ol Gab now has quite a following. Through the ages, when men cannot sleep, they sometimes go out under the stars at night, say around 2AM. Some of them, in their hearts of hearts can hear him playing. A few of them actually caught some of that great, jazzy, majestic music of his, and they wrote it down for themselves.

You know who some of these great musicians are: Isaac Watts, Wolfgang A. Mozart, Beethoven, Ravel, Louis Armstrong, Charley Parker, Frank Sinatra, Hank Williams, John Lennon, Snoopy Dog ... and all the others who with their hearts, listen to the fine, fine horn blowing of that dude up on the Moon!

Yeah, it has been a long time for us, and in a way, it has been a long wait for Gabriel. He still hasn't been called yet. God has not asked him to return to the throne to take his place among the hosts of Heaven, to join in or to lead the great Halleluha chorus. Ol' Gabe is patient, as all Angels are. But he knows there is yet one more request to be made of him. He knows down deep in his being that God is yet going to ask him to pick up his trumpet and blow, one more time!