Halfway through the Christmas pageant, four angels mounted the chancel steps, the pulpit removed to make way for the manger. Three stepped to the microphone to tell the story of their assignment to bring good news not to a palace or a city but to the plainest folk around, a group of shepherds on a hillside.
She looked out at the congregation, saw someone she knew and waved.
When the other angels finished their speech, they left by the stairs, but Little Angel saw a clearer path and jumped.
The congregation chuckled warmly, and then she realized perhaps she ought not have done it, and clapped a hand over her mouth. Suddenly all their hands were clapping, expressing in the only way they could the Good News that Love comes into the world at Christmas, more powerful than our attempts to be good or our successes at being bad or our belief in our dignity or our conviction of our uselessness. Love defies gravity of all kinds.