That’s it. It must be said, it just must. I can’t sit idly by and read this bad theology any longer without raising an objection:
When people die they do not become angels.
There, I said it. I feel better now.
Sadly, Ophelia did not share the same opinion in her words of comfort to Topsy.
“Get up, child,” said Miss Ophelia, in a softened voice; “don’t cry so. Miss Eva is gone to heaven; she is an angel.”
I loved Evangeline, but friends, she did not earn her wings at her death. No, instead she went to be with the Savior who was and is the Good News for which she was named.
So, why is this distinction so important? Because Christ did not become an angel on Christmas morn, no, he became a human. Angels are His messengers, and in spreading God’s word Eva did her part. But Jesus is the God Man. He is our brother, in human flesh, to redeem the fallen human nature that has enfleshed us since Eve’s first bite.
“But I can’t see her!” said Topsy. “I never shall see her!”
This is where a right understanding would have been very helpful, because something even better than angelfying occurs to those who die in the Lord:
In the Resurrection Jesus will raise their bodies
and make them whole, and for the rest of eternity they will remain with him in perfect union. And with your eyes, you shall see Him, Tospy. You shall see Evangline, but more importantly you shall see The Evangline – The Good News.