Angels
I am almost over the respiratory infection that started last Monday. The antibiotics have taken effect. But I know that through this last week and a half I have been sustained by angels while tackling a Sunday sermon, Ash Wednesday service, and multisensory service. People who made sure I at least slowed down somewhat ("Do you listen to God?" one said. "Slow down!") People who came through for worship services and caring for our people. At the Ash Wednesday service, we sang Kyrie Eleison several times to the beautiful melody of Dvorak's New World Symphony. I could hardly sing. But I didn't need to. I felt carried aloft by the voice of the congregation. (Like angels, but better!) After all, we clergy are not the church. The church is the church, laity and clergy together. Thanks be to God! Where have you experienced the angelic touch in your wilderness?
Brian
Brian
posted by Melanie at 9:17 AM
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I'm with Brian on this... The angels in my life are often the ones I hear singing songs I need to hear, especially old hymns that come to me with words that say just the right thing for the moment... This morning in my car it was "Immortal Invisible God" and "There is a Redeemer"... I don't even have to know all the words, but enough that I can feel uplifted with a memory of a song...
Other administering angels are the people of the choir at Centennial.. For those who are not in Faith Walk, adult classes or other small groups, the choir is that for each other, along with Bob and Bobbi... Not only do we have the honor of hearing glorious music that surrounds us each Sunday morning from organ, piano, bells, fellow choir members and the misc other groups, but we have each other to uphold us in prayer and in love... I don't even have to ask for it... It just happens... People who love the Lord will love me... And the choirs of angels answer "Hallelujah!" Glory to God in the Highest, and on earth, Peace, goodwill to all Men!
When I feel deep in the heart of the wilderness, I do not feel the presence of angels. It seems that in order to feel their presence I must start out toward the edge of the wilderness. The problem often is when you are deep in the wilderness you do not know where to head to get out. It is only when I stumble on a path that I think will lead me out that I can start to sense the presence of angles as well as the wild beasts. Maybe it is just that when angels appear the wilderness seems to shrink?
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