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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Goderich Signal-Star, 1970-12-24, Page 1• a w 123rd YEAR M 52 THUR.SD Y DECE BER 24,1970 Kr�arcclxxc'!cl'.'9'Kll iii � . 3�'�fiir�. �xS�i,F7�i3�ic���'�i�R�rg�r ' . �7i . '�P� . 'Yes ' 4. VI 0 A long time,ago in a land far away there lived a little angel. Although he was a very good little angel (are angels ever •anything else?) he was a very untidy chap.. He found it practically impossible to keep his halo straight and the hem of his robe from getting all ° dusty. But worse than anything else, the little angel just could not keep his wings clean. Every morning before he left the house his mother would wash his wings with dew.drops'and polish them with starlight and every day, before he had even reached the Heavenly Choirmaster's big music hall, the littleangel's wings were all soiled and just plain dirty. One morning the, little angel arrived for choir practice and took his place at the left of the golden harp. As usual, the Heavenly Choirmaster was right on time.. He strode toward the -raised platform, climbed up on it, picked up his golden baton and raised his long arms to signal the beginning of the first -chorus. Just then the Heavenly Choir'master's eyes fell on the little angel. ,The little angel squirmed uncomfortably, knowing his tarnished wings would not pass the careful inspection of the Heavenly Choir.rnaster who demanded that all his angels be shining and in gleaming array. "Little angel," called out the Heavenly Choirmaster, "we are preparing for a very special event. We are invited to perform very soon now at the birth of a King. Because we don't know the exact hour this wondrous thing will take place, I expect all my chorus to be ready at a moment's notice. It is clear, little angel, that you are never ready to greet a King. I'm afraid you must leave thiechoir until you are big enough to keep your halo straight, your hem out of the dust and your wingclean4 With that, the Heavenly Choirmaster ushered the little angel to the door, pushed him outside and shut the,,huge door with a resounding bang. A big lump formed in the little angel's throat. Hot stinging tears filled his eyes and began to roll down his cherub cheeks. -1:t was plain to see the little angel with the dirty wings was the saddest angel in all the Heavenly Kingdom. He just sat on the steps of the music hall and brooded. don't know how long he sat there. It was long after the Heavenly Chbirmaster and his band of angels had left the great hall for the day. In fact, it was growing dark and the streets were deserted. The little angel was just about to pick himself up and go home to tell his mother about his terrible misfortune when an angel messenger came flying up the steps -of the music hall. "Where's the Heavenly Choirmaster?" the messenger gasped. "And where's the Heavenly choir? The King is born and it is time for the Heavenly concert! Where is everybody?" The little angel couldn't believe his ears. "Don't just stand there, little angel," shouted the messenger. "Go and find the Heavenly Choirmaster. Tell him he's to take the heavenly choir to a hillside just overlooking Bethlehem. The shepherds are waiting there for news of the King's birth." 0 v• - SECOND, SEM) ti • a_ There was no time now to°think about drooping halos, dusty hems and dirty wings. There was certainly no time to sit around and mope. The little angel gathered up his angelic self and hurried through the streets of the Heavenly Kingdom shouting, "It is '1 time. The Kingis born. Come to the hillside near Bethlehem to greet Him." Up and down the streets of town ran the little angel. Over. and over he cried his message. Then, forgetting he was banished from the chorus, the little angel made his way as quickly as possible -to the spot where the choir was gathering. What a mighty host of angels. Everyone was there ... everyone that is except the Heavenly Choirmaster. lnlithout him, the Heavenly choir would never be able to sing praises for the newborn King. • That's when the little angel got his idea. Bravely, the little angel climbed up on a high, jagged rock. Silence fell over the choir. Slowly, ever so slowly, the little angel raised his`'shaking, arms. To his own great amazement he began to move his'arms so as to direct the Heavenly Choir and more surprisingly than that, the Heavenly Choir began to sing. "Glory to God in the Highest," they chorused, "and peace on earth, goodwill to all men." When the Heavenly Choirmaster finally did arrive he rejoiced at the sight of the grand choir and at the sound of its strangely beautiful music. He went over. to where the little angel was standing and raised the tiny director high onto his shoulders. Then the Heavenly, Choirmaster handed the little angel his golden baton and the little angel continued to direct the entire host of heavenly angels. don't know how long the singing went on -but I do know it was the most joyful music this world has ever heard. When it was over, the Heavenly Choirmaster set the little angel down on the ground. For the first time, the little angel noticed the great light that shone all around. • At first he thought it must be from the bright star, but it was shining down on a stable in. Bethlehem. It was then he realized the light was beaming forth from where he stood. He looked at himself. And do you know what had happened? ,. 0 Why, the little angel's- halo was absolutely straight, the hem of his gown was as white as the snow and his wings were like two giant silver Mirrors they shone so clean and bright. And as far as I know, the little angel's wings were never dirty again.