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Isaiah 14:12-14
"How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning, son of the
dawn! You have been cut down to the earth, you who have weakened
the nations! But you said in your heart, 'I will ascend to heaven; I will
raise my throne above the stars of God, and I will sit on the mount of
assembly in the recesses of the north. I will ascend above the heights of
the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.'

What a tragedy befell this glorious being. By seeking to ascend to a place above that
assigned to him, he fell to the very depths. Instead of receiving the praise of Yahweh,
he became the adversary of God and torment awaits him.

Why did this have to happen? Was not the predetermined plan of Yahweh good
enough for this being, that he should consider it lowly and unworthy of his person?
Verse 11 of this same chapter of Isaiah tells us, “Your pomp and the music of your
harps have been brought down to Sheol.” Some have interpreted this to mean that
one of the duties of this covering cherub involved music, and he led the creation in
worship of Yahweh. Could there be any higher calling than to be Yahweh’s hand
appointed worship leader? Great and awesome were God’s design and purpose for
this cherub.

Lucifer did fall, however. He did corrupt his wisdom and he abandoned the role
assigned to him by his Creator. Such was his beauty, wisdom and great splendor that
one third of the angelic beings joined with him in his rebellion. These other beings
considered his perfection and flawless beauty, his splendorous adornment, his
breadth of mind, and they were carried away with his deceit. They too corrupted
their wisdom and they worshiped the creation rather than the Creator.

What we all need to see in this is that through the corrupting of wisdom even the
very highest calling can begin to lose its luster. There was possibly no higher calling
in heaven, yet it became a detestable thing to Lucifer. It became a thing despised and
loathed.

Lucifer’s calling was not lowly in any way. If we were to step into the arenas that this
angelic being walked in we would be immediately undone by the glory of it all. We
would fall down as dead men and women and cry out “Woe is me. I am undone, for
I an unclean and unworthy.” Like a homeless derelict that is suddenly brought into
the greatest mansion on earth, filled with rich tapestries, parquet floors, marble
columns, gilded ornaments, and many costly and rare furnishings, we would see the
filth of our own array and say “I am not worthy to be here.”

This cherub’s calling was so far beyond anything imaginable upon this earth that any