[ WP ] An angel is watching over a newborn Jesus . But , this angel is absolutely disgusted by what it sees .

The baby was wrapped up, cradled in the woman's trembling arms. His face was scrunched up, tiny body wriggling in the cloth as if he were trying to free himself. 
 
 The Angel did n't want to look. He was meant to watch over him, but all he wanted was to look away. A spirit so powerful and pure should n't have been reduced to this. He could n't deny the beauty of the plan God had provided, but he could certainly disagree with his methods. God had trapped that spirit in a mortal body, doomed it to persecution and temptations. It made the Angel shudder to see such purity condemned to feel sickness, heartbreak and lust. 
 
 If this was the purest soul Heaven had to offer, how could it be risked like this? How could God send his closest son into this terrible world, into a place he could never be understood or accepted? 
 
 The baby cried quietly, looking straight at him. The Angel turned his head away, glaring at the filthy side of the stall. He would watch over this baby, he would forgive God for relegating him to this duty, he would forgive himself for being disgusted by it, but he would never understand what compelled God to choose this path. God could do this any way he chose, and he decided to show the people his love through this senseless, violent sacrifice. 
 
 The Angel shut his eyes and prayed for a stronger stomach.
