In 1957 J.B.
Phillips, writer and Bible translator, wrote a short story entitled “The
Visited Planet.” Phillips imagined
a tour of the universe by two angels, one as old as creation, and the other
newly formed amidst the host of heaven.
The older angel showed off wonder upon wonder, the birthing fields of
stars, nebulae thousands of light years across, distances and depths beyond
imagining. At length, as the
attention of the young angel began to flag, they entered a back lot of the
Milky Way, the galaxy that includes our sun.
As the two of them drew close to our star, and its circling planets,
the senior angel pointed to a small and rather insignificant sphere turning
very slowly on its axis. It looked
dull as a dirty tennis ball to the little angel whose mind was filled with the
size and glory of all he had seen previously.
“I want you to watch that one particularly,” said the senior angel,
pointing with his finger.
“Well, it looks very small and rather dirty to me,” said the little
angel. “What’s special about that
one?”
“That,” replied the senior solemnly, “is the Visited Planet.”
“Visited?” said the little one.
“You don’t mean visited by...”
“Indeed I do. That ball,
which I have no doubt looks to you small and insignificant and perhaps not
overclean, has been visited by our young Prince of Glory.” And at these words he bowed his head
reverently.
“But how?” queried the younger one. “Do you mean that our great and glorious Prince, with all
these wonders and splendors of His Creation, and millions more that I ‘m sure I
haven’t seen yet, went down in Person to this fifth-rate little ball? Why should He do a thing like that?”
“It isn’t for us,” said his senior a little stiffly, “to question His ‘whys,’
except that I must point out to you that He is not impressed by size and
numbers as you seem to be. But
that He really went I know, and all of us in Heaven who know anything know
that. As to why He became one of
them...how else do you suppose He could visit them?”
The little angel’s face wrinkled in disgust.
“Do you mean to tell me,” he said, “that He stooped so low as to become
one of those creeping, crawling creatures of that floating ball?”
“I do, and I don’t think He would like you to call them ‘creeping
crawling creatures’ in that tone of voice. For, strange as it may seem to us, He loves them. He went down to visit them to lift them
up to become like Him.
The little angel looked blank. Such a thought was almost beyond his
comprehension.”
Humans too,
share the skepticism of the younger angel. No matter what might have happened to our planet, some
reason, we are but a speck of cosmic dust, easily expendable by human
standards. How can we imagine
ourselves so valued by the Creator of all worlds as to be visited at such a
cost?
It is in such
reasoning that we demonstrate why we needed God’s visit. “Not that we loved God, but that God
loved us,” as St. John has it.
The human, and
particularly the American perspective, that rates the importance of things by
size and candlepower is confounded by the understanding of God, who knows the
worth of quarks and protons, as well as that of suns and galaxies. Why were the humans of planet earth
worth the sacrifice of the Word, the Second Person of the Holy Trinity, who was
from before time itself? We can
only wonder, at least until the day when we see face-to-face.
For the
present we open our eyes, our ears and our hearts to the proclamation that the
Visit did indeed occur. The
ancient dreams and visions of gods walking about on earth, of dying and rising
divinities, of sin cancelled in a great offering of love; all these hopes and
dreams found a moment of fulfillment, and those with eyes to see and ears to
hear rejoice and ponder it in their hearts. May you find the fullness of the season and the blessings of
our incarnate God.
Howard
MacMullen
© December
2013
Notes:
“The Visited Planet” was scheduled to be posted on
Christmas Eve. However, an ice
storm earlier in the week shut off our electric power for 60 hours, and postponed
the planned posting.
“The Visited Planet” by J.B. Phillips in
New Testament
Christianity;
1957; MacMillan Publishing Co.; N.Y.
Excerpt used by permission.
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