Angels, 
              Guides, and Guardians 
              by 
              Sophy Burnham 
             
              What are angels? The word comes from the Greek meaning messenger. 
              Angels come, therefore, in any way that the message can be received, 
              in dreams and intuitions—the little tap on the shoulder that 
              says “go there, don’t go there.” And everyone 
              has had this experience: “I knew I should go down that road, 
              and I didn’t listen!”  
            They 
              come as accident and coincidence—the book that falls off the 
              shelf open to a page offering you. . . pure gold. They come as animals, 
              and sometimes they come as humans. A stranger will approach and 
              say just what you needed to hear that moment… or you will 
              act as an angel to someone, often without even knowing it. 
            The 
              Question is, will you recognize them when they come?  
            One 
              day I was talking about angels to a friend. He listened, skeptic 
              that he was, and said he’d never met one. “But once,” 
              he said “when I was a little boy I was alone in the house 
              playing with my woodcarving set when the knife slipped and cut my 
              finger to the bone.” Blood came spurting out. Just then the 
              doorbell rang. He wrapped a towel around his finger and opened the 
              door. There was a woman in a white uniform with a black bag. She 
              came in, bandaged up his hand and went away. “I never thought 
              about until this minute,” he said. “Was that an angel?” 
            And 
              sometimes—rarely—angels come clothed in their own radiance 
              and magnificence. When you 
              see an angel, you are transported. They may be male 
              or female, baby cherub or gigantic seraphim. They appear with wings 
              or without (certainly they don’t need to flap their shoulders 
              to move from place to place) They are spirits, formed of rippling 
              light. 
            Here 
              is the description of Pére Lamy, a French priest.  
             
               
                Their 
                  garments are white, but with an unearthly whiteness. I cannot 
                  describe it because it cannot be compared to earthly whiteness: 
                  it is much softer to the eye. These bright angels are enveloped 
                  in a light so different from ours that by comparison everything 
                  else seems dark. When you see a band of fifty you are lost in 
                  amazement. They seem clothed with golden plates, constantly 
                  moving, like so many suns. 
               
             
            The 
              Bible has close to 360 references to angels. But it’s not 
              the ones that came 3000 years ago that we want to know about—but 
              the ones who come to us, today…. 
            There 
              are three marks of an angel, and everyone who sees one agrees on 
              them: 
            
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First 
                  they come as Light. Warmth. Home. Safety. Mother. You are washed 
                  with peace and joy. 
               
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Secondly 
                   they always say the same thing. Don’t 
                  be afraid, they say. Fear not. 
                  They never say: “Look at the mess you’ve made now!” 
               
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Third, 
                  you may not quite believe what happened, but neither can you 
                  forget. 
               
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They 
                  have one other quality—these handmaidens of God: and that 
                  is light-heartedness. Lighten up, they say. Don’t 
                  take things so seriously. 
               
             
            
              Once 
                I was walking along the canal in Washington. I was in a funk, 
                because even though I’ve seen into other worlds, I still 
                forget. I’ve seen angels. Once an angel saved my life. But 
                I’m human, I get scared. I was walking along that day, feeling 
                desperate. “Show me you’re here,” I prayed. 
                “I need a sign. And I’m not in the mood for one of 
                your subtle signs that I can’t read. You’re going 
                to have to hit me over the head with it.” 
              Just 
                then a flock of pigeons rose out of the canal. And that in itself 
                was magical: pigeons don’t roost in the canal. Seagulls 
                maybe. They were breathtaking. The light flashed off their white 
                wings. My heart lifted. They circled in the air, and then one 
                let go—splat!—right on top of my head. 
              What 
                could I do but laugh? 
              There 
                are many questions: Why do they come some times and not others? 
                To children more than adults? To women more than men?  
              What 
                draws angels to us? This question I can answer. I think it is 
                our innocence. It is our open-hearted love and receptivity. What 
                drives them away? It is anger, violence, vengeance, a hardening 
                of the heart. Because the path to God comes through the heart. 
                That’s the teaching of the Inner Journey: do I love more 
                deeply? Am I awake?… 
              We 
                are composed of love. The very cells of our body are burning—our 
                skin flaring—with the fire of love. For within each one 
                of us is the spark of the Divine. 
              “When 
                I flowed out of the creator,” wrote Meister Eckhart, “all 
                creatures stood up and shouted, ‘Behold. Here is God!’ 
                And they were correct.” 
                Consider also an Hassidic Jewish teaching: “Before every 
                human being comes a retinue of angels, announcing, ‘Make 
                way for an image of the Holy One, Blessed be He.’” 
                 
              Excerpted 
                from a talk delivered at the Lenten Noonday Preaching Series at 
                Calvary Episcopal Church, Memphis TN. 
              Copyright 
                ©2006 Sophy Burnham 
                 
              Sophy 
                Burnham has distinguished herself as a novelist, journalist, 
                nonfiction writer, playwright, and spiritual teacher. Her works 
                include three bestsellers: A Book Of Angels, Angel 
                Letters, and The Art Crown. Her latest nonfiction 
                book, The Path of Prayer, has been named one of the fifty 
                best books of the year by Spirituality & Health magazine. 
                She has appeared on many radio and television programs including 
                Oprah, Larry King Live, CBS Morning News, 
                Good Morning America, and The Today Show.  
                 
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