C is for Cookie, that’s good enough for me. It is also for Cellulose – which I have apparently borrowed some of from another cookie lover. Possibly those are not my ‘C’ words. In the words of an eclectic musical genius ‘let me get my thoughts together’.
My son and I were walking through our neighborhood outdoor shopping mall, which we do on occasion to thwart my borrowed cellulose. He was looking at the wall hangings on a enclosed walkway. First were the Vickie’s secret girls in a group of framed posters. He said “now that’s the devil”. My son is 7 years old and apt to say just about anything, which explains why I had no real reply to his comment on the half naked women gracing the outdoor walls of a child friendly mall.
Further down the same enclosed walkway, cement basins protruded from the walls with cherubim fixtures gathered over a spout that poured water from a jug into the basin. He stopped to look at it and said “that is not quite right either, mom”.
“Those are cherubim, Elijah”, I said, “but I don’t think they really looked like that”. He stood there eating his cotton candy ice cream cone, head bent to the side, looking at the fixture. “It’s not right”, he said.
I don’t know how he knew, but a cherub does not resemble that baby with the wings. Well it could, maybe, but not really.
The cherubim were winged creatures that appear in a number of places in Scripture. They guarded the Garden of Eden, their form was fashioned on the Ark of the Covenant, and two large carved cherubim were placed in the temple. As to their exact identity and appearance, no one knows. It is not certain that they are the living creatures identified in Ezekiel 1 or Revelation 4. Much about them still remains a mystery
Here’s the breakdown from a definition of the Celestial Hierarchy from Merrian Webster to give you an idea of the ranking system;
“a traditional hierarchy of angels ranked from lowest to highest into the following nine orders: angels, archangels, principalities, powers, virtues, dominions, thrones, cherubim, and seraphim”
The interpretation we most often see is art, which may or may not resemble truth. However, watching my son as he stopped at the next fixture, that of a lion whose open mouth was a water spout, I understood the importance of finding out the inspiration for interpretation. Growing minds need to know.