Yesterday at 1:30, I walked toward my rental car. With the key fob, I unlocked the doors. On cold winter days I can use that fob from inside to start the car so that it’ll be warm when I get into it. This technology fascinates me. The fob doesn’t even have to be directly “in sight” of the car; its commands go around corners.
So I got in for a two hour drive to Eppley Airfield in Omaha. I had preached for the 100th anniversary of Grace Lutheran Church in Norfolk, Nebraska. Thank you all for a great day and visit! As I pulled out of the church parking lot, my “girlfriend” gave directions. “Drive for 76 miles,” she said. “In two miles, exit for highway 36.” And finally, “Destination on left.” The GPS is following me, making my life safer and easier. Remember trying to look at the map while you were driving in a strange place?
I write this because yesterday was the day of St. Michael and All Angels. Fobs and GPS teach us that there’s much more than meets the eye. Radio waves, X-rays, gamma rays, infrared, ultraviolet… All mysterious to me but make my life and yours better. Do we step out of the door on Monday truly believing what we confess on Sunday? “I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth and of all things visible and invisible” (Nicene Creed).
Even more than fobs and GPS, God’s good angels help us. Just as Jesus unseen is with you today, “I am with you always,” so also His retinue of holy angels. “By him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible” (Matthew 28:20; Colossians 1:16). “Are they not all ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation?” (Hebrews 1:14). “He will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways” (Psalm 91:11). Thanks, “girlfriend” and infinitely more, thank You, Creator and Savior, for angels!
“But watchful is the angel band / That follows Christ on ev’ry hand
To guard His people where they go / And break the counsel of the foe.
“For this, now and in days to be, / Our praise shall rise, O Lord, to Thee,
Whom all the angel hosts adore / With grateful songs forevermore.” (LSB 522, 7-8)