Thursday, October 1, 2015
The Bear forgot to mention St. Therese of Liseux on October 1st, and that is his mate's saint, and on our anniversary, too!
But October 2 is the feast of the Guardian Angels. The Church is quite certain that each of us is given one of these warrior-princes of Heaven to guide us and guard us through the spiritual and material perils of life. Perhaps many of us don't give our Guardian Angel much thought. What a shame. We have a real hero at our side, one we should never forget.
The artwork is not Catholic. The Bear was not Catholic when his parents hung it next to his wee bed. The Bear spent many hours staring at this terrifying scene, as did perhaps millions of other children. Angels are admittedly tough subjects. They can appear as ordinary men when it is convenient for us.
The writer of Hebrews says: "Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." Abraham, Gideon and Manoah entertained angels in the Old Testament, although the Bear is fairly sure they were aware of the nature of their guests. If you are truly unaware, then you'd never know. Could it happen? Like a person struggling in choppy water, we tend to swallow an unhealthy amount of materialism from our culture without even realizing it.
You have someone who cares for you, and can put demons to flight, whose Queen is Mary. His attention never flags, he never sleeps, he never clocks out. It is a good habit to commend yourself and your safety to your Guardian Angel. Especially in times of temptation.
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