Many years ago I attended Catholic school. Catholicism deservedly gets held accountable for a variety of historical and current wrong-doings. Yet as a child, I drew complete comfort from the ritual of service, found it grounding and peaceful. I shall always have fond memories of that.
While learning about the trinity, the saints and angels, it occurred to me that god must be an awfully busy person. That he and his team dealt with real traumatic events: earthquakes, murder, desperate sadness and isolation...that sort of thing. I felt my 'problems' paled by comparison and could only serve as a distraction at best. That while listening to my complaints, a plane might be going down, or a political prisoner might be without hope. Going directly to god with my problems seemed self-indulgent and irresponsible.
That's when I started to seriously wonder about guardian angels. I must say, I was taken by the idea. One's own personal henchangel. There to watch specifically and solely: you. Smashing!
I began to address my prayers to whomever my GA might be. It was a bit impersonal and anonymous, but at least I wasn't clogging up the serious prayer lines.
And then one night I had a revelation.
I have a red-headed, gay male guardian angel named Randy.
This is so random, and contains so many things that I would normally run from, it must be true.
Lord only knows why he's gay. This seems atypical, but may also give insight into god's feelings about homosexuality? I mean, if he's assigning jobs to the queers in heaven, I don't reckon that means he's got a problem with it. And trust me. Randy's not the best "straight acting/straight looking" henchangel.
He's got a sense of humor, as is evidenced by the peculiar turns my life has taken throughout its course. I'm reminded most recently of when I tried to cut my finger off with the Japanese Saw. Some better intervention there would have been appreciated, as now I have a mortal finger that makes me feel squicky when I look at it and doesn't work quite right. Yet.
I guess even angels have off nights.
And he's most excellent about accepting assignments. When a friend is in a bad place, I always send him off to lend a little extra support to their GA. You just know that sometimes on a particularly bad case, there must be support groups that pull extra shifts for the person in need. I like to picture it as a ring of henchangels surrounding whomever's vulnerable at the time. It's a beautiful sight. That even at one's most alonest moment, you might have a brilliant circle of protection, burning bright around you.
John Toumisto-Bell's "Cause and Effect #6" bronze and acrylic, represented by Solomon Dubnick Gallery: http://www.sdgallery.com/catalogs/about/gallery/about.htm