Well, according to Ezekiel 1 they might look something like this…
According to Daniel 10 something like this…
According to Isaiah 6…
In Ezekiel 10…
Again in Ezekiel 10…
Basically, when the people writing Scripture tried to describe what they saw when they saw an angel… they run into the end of their imagination… they can never quite seem to fully explain it because they had trouble even comprehending what they saw, let alone being able to describe it to someone else.
Yeah, that’s usually how people responded to seeing them in the Bible…
There’s a good reason why angels’ standard greeting is ‘Do not be afraid’.
I used to listen to this radio show and one thing I remember because it was so funny was a Christmas special where an angel showed up to tell the shepherds about the birth of Christ. The conversations went:
Angel: “FEAR NOT.”
Shepherds: *screaming*
Angel: “I SAID FEAR NOT.”
Shepherds: *screaming LOUDER*
Angel: “WHAT PART OF FEAR NOT ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING?”
So demons are fallen angels but they don’t look scary because they’re fallen, that’s just what all angels look like…
Maybe that’s why so many Christians see visions of Saints or the Virgin Mary instead…like Jesus is all…no, no see being human made me realize sending Angels might not be the best idea. I don’t know if humans can handle this. So I’m gonna just send mom
Jesus: It’s either Mom or the thousand eyed flaming wheel, Dad, do you really think the humans are gonna be chill with that when they’re terrified of spiders already?
God: Hey now, some of those spiders eat birds.
Jesus: …Dad…
God: …To be fair, Australian wildlife was my dark creation phase.
It was a busy Saturday early afternoon, my mom and dad and I went to a shopping mall to grab some groceries and do some errands. We bought some pastries too from a bakery and was walking back to our car to head home.
The entire parking lot is full and there were several cars circling around trying to find a spot. This fancy blue Porsche spots us leave the mall entrance and follows us to our car. Instead of waiting and just signalling like normal people, they started honking at us while we were loading groceries into the car.
“Omgthedaka don’t put the pastries in the trunk, bring it in the car”. My dad said as he climbed into the car. I climb into the car and put the seatbelt on. Teenage me is embarrassed by the honking and just want us to leave asap so the fancy car can just leave us alone. My dad asks me for the pastry box and he starts opening it. He pulls out a piece of cake and starts eating it. Mortified that we’re not leaving, I open my mouth about to protest when my mom shoves a piece of pastry in my hand and says “eat this dear”.
2 minutes later, the passenger from the Porsche climbs out of the car and comes up to us, tapping at the driver-side window. “Hey are you leaving or what, we’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes”. My dad doesn’t say anything but reaches into the pastry box and grabs another cake, slowly peels the plastic film off and stares at the guy as he takes a savouring bite. The guy gets frustrated, wacks the hood of our car and goes back into the Porsche. They drive away. Or so we thought. 3 minutes later, they circled back hoping we were gone, but my dad just kept staring the Porsche down while he finished the box of cakes.
After, my dad insisted we go back inside the mall to stretch our legs after eating in the car. We walked back to the mall and passed the Porsche which was still circling around looking for a spot.
