Monday of
Week 26 in Ordinary Time
The Holy
Guardian Angels
Zechariah
8:1-8
Matthew
18:1-5, 10
When
I think of Guardian Angels I can see in my mind’s eye the linen (and a bit
stained) needlepoint that hung above my bed.
The prayer, Angel of God, My Guardian
Dear, was illustrated with a winged angel…my individual angel!
Though
I am now more likely to identify the presence of that guardianship as the Holy
Spirit, it still retains a certain childlike something.
The
passage from Zechariah paints a picture of a renewed Jerusalem that is worthy
of Norman Rockwell. Old men and women,
with their tennis ball capped walkers are resting in the city center as they
are entertained watching the boys and girls play in the safety of the streets.
In
the Gospel the greatest in the kingdom are those who preserve that childlike
something. It is that receptive humble stance vis-a-vis the unimaginable love
and creativity of God where we rest into our creaturely relationship with the
God of all creation. Today, even more so because of the senseless violence that
covers the news, I long to abandon my quest to understand…and just weep,
child-like, in the embrace of God.
Though
not an article of faith, I am happy to lean in to the Holy Guardian Angels
Asking
for their support to deepen my prayer
O
God
Hear
the cries
Comfort
the terrified
Absorb
the anger
Untangle
the knots that squeeze out your love
Gather
the prayers
Bring
us, childlike, to your embrace
Heal
us
O Lord
Heal
us
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