Angels never complain.
You humans, on the other hand, are so childlike that your constant whining to God often tempts me to roll my eyeballs in disgust. Yet I don’t. First , angels don’t even have eyeballs to roll. Second, rolling eyeballs is a silent way of complaining, and for those of you who weren’t paying attention, I’ve just made it clear that angels don’t complain.
Writing isn’t easy for many humans, from what I can tell. But let me stress that it seems infinitely slower and more cumbersome for an angel. (Cumbersome. Kum-burr-sum. If you watch too much television, you may have difficulty with the size of this word cumbersome word. Kum-burr-sum. It means bulky awkward to handle, a big load.)
See, if you ere another angel, we would just have a meeting of minds, so to speak. In an instant, you’d know everything I wanted you to know. Neither of us would have to say a single word, let alone write it out.
At this point, I expect you are curious about how this meeting of minds works between one angel and another.
Good! Curoisity is one of the nice childlike things about you humans. But don’t expect me to give you the answer. There are many questions that won’t get answered for you until you are on the other side of life. Deal with it!
If you continue with me , I promise to answer a lot of other questions. You will have to pay attention, though. Otherwise, don’t waste your time reading more. There’s always television. Or nose picking, which is at least useful and has the same entertainment value. Especially to angels, who may be invisible and watching when you least expect it.
Have I established, then, that it has taken a lot of effort for me to put this into your words and that you will get answers worth learning? Good! Show your gratitude and stay with me.
Even though I won’t promise a happy ending.
What? you say, "not fair?" Who says it’s supposed to be fair? When I’m sent from heaven as a guardian, I sure don’t get that promise. I’ve seen it end happy for the ones I’m sent to guard and I’ve seen it end sad.
That might sound mean and horrible, but it’s not.
Whatever happens to the people I’m watching over — happy or sad — works to the greater good of those who believe in our Father and His love. Think of His work as a beautiful paintion. When I’m stuck in a particular place and time on earth to watch over someone, I see only what you see: individual brushstrokes. The little bits and pieces that make up the painting. I trust all of those burshstrokes will make sense when our Father has finished the entire painting, though. You should too. Life will be easier on you that way.
As for a happy or not-so-happy ending for each person under my watch, learn and remember an important concept. Maybe the most important concept. Ready?
You humans are given the freedom to make choices.
Yes! Choices! You are responsible for what you do. Don’t blame other people. Especially don’t blame me or other angels.
Choices!!
Imagine you’re in a room with a screwdriver in your hand. You have a choice. Jam it into a nearby electrical outlet? Or not? You may think that’s an obviously easy choice. But in guarding different people through centuries of your human history, I’ve seen a lot of things that, in comparison, make jamming a screwdriver in an electrical outlet look like a smart thing to do.
AD. means Anno Domini. Latin for "the year of our Lord." At least you humans have had enough sense to keep track of time from the birth of Jesus, the Son of our Father.
The 1300′s were not pleasant, fleas, lice, no soap, no showers, no toothpaste. The humans in Europe had just spent centuries of short life spans and miserable living conditions because of all the knowledge that had been lost after the fall of the Roman Empire.
You humans, on the other hand, are so childlike that your constant whining to God often tempts me to roll my eyeballs in disgust. Yet I don’t. First , angels don’t even have eyeballs to roll. Second, rolling eyeballs is a silent way of complaining, and for those of you who weren’t paying attention, I’ve just made it clear that angels don’t complain.
Writing isn’t easy for many humans, from what I can tell. But let me stress that it seems infinitely slower and more cumbersome for an angel. (Cumbersome. Kum-burr-sum. If you watch too much television, you may have difficulty with the size of this word cumbersome word. Kum-burr-sum. It means bulky awkward to handle, a big load.)
See, if you ere another angel, we would just have a meeting of minds, so to speak. In an instant, you’d know everything I wanted you to know. Neither of us would have to say a single word, let alone write it out.
At this point, I expect you are curious about how this meeting of minds works between one angel and another.
Good! Curoisity is one of the nice childlike things about you humans. But don’t expect me to give you the answer. There are many questions that won’t get answered for you until you are on the other side of life. Deal with it!
If you continue with me , I promise to answer a lot of other questions. You will have to pay attention, though. Otherwise, don’t waste your time reading more. There’s always television. Or nose picking, which is at least useful and has the same entertainment value. Especially to angels, who may be invisible and watching when you least expect it.
Have I established, then, that it has taken a lot of effort for me to put this into your words and that you will get answers worth learning? Good! Show your gratitude and stay with me.
Even though I won’t promise a happy ending.
What? you say, "not fair?" Who says it’s supposed to be fair? When I’m sent from heaven as a guardian, I sure don’t get that promise. I’ve seen it end happy for the ones I’m sent to guard and I’ve seen it end sad.
That might sound mean and horrible, but it’s not.
Whatever happens to the people I’m watching over — happy or sad — works to the greater good of those who believe in our Father and His love. Think of His work as a beautiful paintion. When I’m stuck in a particular place and time on earth to watch over someone, I see only what you see: individual brushstrokes. The little bits and pieces that make up the painting. I trust all of those burshstrokes will make sense when our Father has finished the entire painting, though. You should too. Life will be easier on you that way.
As for a happy or not-so-happy ending for each person under my watch, learn and remember an important concept. Maybe the most important concept. Ready?
You humans are given the freedom to make choices.
Yes! Choices! You are responsible for what you do. Don’t blame other people. Especially don’t blame me or other angels.
Choices!!
Imagine you’re in a room with a screwdriver in your hand. You have a choice. Jam it into a nearby electrical outlet? Or not? You may think that’s an obviously easy choice. But in guarding different people through centuries of your human history, I’ve seen a lot of things that, in comparison, make jamming a screwdriver in an electrical outlet look like a smart thing to do.
AD. means Anno Domini. Latin for "the year of our Lord." At least you humans have had enough sense to keep track of time from the birth of Jesus, the Son of our Father.
The 1300′s were not pleasant, fleas, lice, no soap, no showers, no toothpaste. The humans in Europe had just spent centuries of short life spans and miserable living conditions because of all the knowledge that had been lost after the fall of the Roman Empire.
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