Angels and Coffee

Logging away another strange thought. There's an album by Sarah Masen entitled "The Dreamlife of Angels". It's my understanding that this is a reference to Shakespeare's play, The Tempest, where a character asserts that humans are the stuff of angels' dreams. This got me thinking. Right now, the angels have access to the presence of God and (insofar as is possible) see His face. But, in some sense, so do we, right? Christians are in the presence of God every day, and especially in corporate worship we are brought before the face of God. We also have the promise that, one day, the types and shadows will fall away, and all that will be left is the reality. So, what do the angels have that we are missing? But that wasn't the thought that struck me. Angels are spirits. They can interact with matter in some way, but they are not part of the physical realm. I enjoyed a cup of Kenyan coffee this morning when I came into work. Angels can't drink coffee. An angel will never be able to enjoy the rich aroma of brewing coffee or the dark brown taste of coffee on the tongue. But these gifts from God (and many more) I enjoy every day. No wonder the angels dream of us.