Feast of the Guardian Angels

Here are some of my previous musings about Guardian Angel.

Angels Angels
Watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When our sins make you blue
Angels, Angels
Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do
When our sins make you blue

You know Joe being a Guardian Angel isn’t all that it is cracked up to be. Yeah Uriel, I know what you mean. We are out on the mean streets all day among those who totally ignore us and generally pay us no attention. Out of the twelve choirs of angels we are on the lowest rung with no chance of promotion. Not only that Joe, but how about those pompous Seraphim sitting around all day in the bosses office, getting face time and singing over and over again. Your right about that Uriel, they have a real cushy job, almost as cushy as being Mary’s Guardian Angel. Gabriel will never let us live that one down, he keeps bragging how Mary always did the Lord’s will and that he only had to pop into her presence once and the rest of the time he kicked back without a worry in the world. Well Joe, that was a one time shot and the rest of us have to contend with humans of the non sinless type. What really aggravates me is that when humans do get on an Angel craze they decide to represent us as stunted chubby cheeked cherubs or as emotional fumbling double mocha latte drinking Angels. That gets me too Uriel, sometime I would like to show myself to them, then they will quake with fear at my glory and they won’t mistake me for some Gerber baby wannabe.

Listening in on the Guardian Angel Scanner

…Subject turning on prime time TV, possible Code 10th (commandant) in progress. Request prayers for purity.

…Subject Catholic politician about to vote against an abortion ban. We have a Code 1st and 5th in progress, request backup.

…Subject has started a weblog, be on the lookout for a code 8th.

…Subject walking into the confessional. He has detailed his sins and wait; check we have contrition. Subject has done his penance. Request that his record be excised with a recommendation of minor temporal punishment.

And thinking about my own Guardian Angel

Talk about a thankless job, being a Guardian Angel must be it. Not only are they the lowest of the nine choirs of Angels but they get stuck being shacked up with the likes of me. I think of my Guardian Angel as being rather Reaganesque and after watching my antics saying "There you go again" and "Mr. Miller , open your heart! Mr. Miller, tear down that wall between you and God!"

Angel of God, my Guardian dear,
To whom God’s love commits me here,
Ever this day be at my side
To light and guard, to rule and guide.

Amen