Today's image comes from a website called Catholic Exchange.  The image is not attributed, so far as I could tell, but it was accompanied by a warm story of an English (British?) woman who sees angels.

The rich colours of the painting, along with the gaze of the angels is intriguing and beautiful.  I find myself drawn with their gaze seekig it's object - which I assume must be God or Christ, whilst wondering how they are depicted.

I think I saw an angel yesterday... not a golden winged creature, but someone who brought a message of hope and joy to another human.  He was no more than 5'4" tall (my height), clad in a military blazer, sharp hair cut, clean shaven, shiny shoes, and holding a charity bucket.  I was witness to a conversation he had with a friend of mine, who knows him through their work.  His humour, his bright eyes and easy smile, his very earthiness shone with love and life.

Why do I think he was an angel, when he was very clearly human? It's about timing, and  placing, and catching a moment in a way that could not be contrived or predicted.  Unlike the woman mentioned on the website, I don't 'see angels', if by angels we mean winged, supernatural creatures.  But, if we allow for coincidence (in it's true meaning of arising at the same time) of people and places, conversations that have a sense of 'aha' or 'hmm' then yes, I most certainly do.

Yesterday I met Angel Robert, and I'm glad I did.

Bit of a rush this morning, so a very quick post.

I did a search on 'homeless angel' and this by Banksy appeared.

It may shock you.  It may offend you.  It may intrigue you.

Called either "homeless angel" or "pissed angel" according to which website I sviewed, I think it's amazing.

I see it not as a 'fallen angel' but perhaps as a 'broken angel', sharing the despair of the "down and out".

God of the outcast and the poor,

God of the junkie and the whore

God of these fragile lives we are...

Send an angel to share our brokenness and bring us hope

(Words adapted from the song, "God of the Mpon and Stars")

Archangel Raphael seems to be depicted in gorgeous turquoise-green robes.  The healing angel (the "Rapha" bit means healer) who appears in the apocrypha/deautero-canonical book of Tobit.

Green is often seen as a colour of wholeness, healing and growth, which may explain the choice for Raphael.

Many people, I suspect, depending on their age, think of Raphael as the famous artist, or as one of the 'teenage mutant hero/ninja turtles'; few will be aware that the former is named after the angel, and the latter after the artist.

In western society, the meanings and significance of names has long been lost, with parents choosing names they like the sound of, or which have personal significane (relatives or celebrities).  Raphael serves as reminder of the power of names, in shaping expectations and informing lives.

If we could choose a 'virtue name' for oursleves, I wonder what it might be?  I wonder how knowing the significance/meaning of our name (chosen or given) might affect our attitudes and actions?

God of healing and wholeness,

Thank you for the story of Raphael, the angel of healing

Thank you for the potential significance of names in expressing values and aspirations,

Known to you by our names - the ones we choose for ourselves, not simply those given to us by others - help us to grow in grace, mercy and love,

Learning to be, and to become, the people you made us to be.

Amen.

This photo was shared with me by the person who took it.  It is the Angel gabriel watching over the chapel at the (now closed) Western Infirmary in Glasgow.

I can imagine countless people sitting in the hospital chapel, in times of distress, in times of fear, in times of loss... as well as those who participated in formal services over so many years.

I wonder how many people gazed at, or through, this image, seeking comfort, reassurance, or hope... how many viewed it through tears; how many raged at the injustice they perceived...

And Gabriel stood vigil, hearing all, seeing all, feeling all, saying nothing... and saying everything by his quiet presence.

Hospital chapels - or prayer rooms, or 'sanctuaries' as those in Glasgow are now named - are special places where hope and fear, joy and sorrow, doubt and faith may all be expressed - sometimes all at once.

According to a website I visited, Archangel Michael protects, Archangel Gabriel announces and Archangel Raphael (of whom more another day) guides.

God whose angel Gabriel announced news to Zecharaiah, to Mary, to Joseph

Please watch over all who, this day, are present in hospitals -

As out-patients and in-patients, as medical staff, administrators, housekeeping, chaplaincy or countless other roles

Surround them with your unending love, and grant them your peace.

Amen.

The candle of hope burning brightly

A teeny tiny thurible for Zechariah

Some knitting for Mary

A saw and a hammer for Joseph

The remains of Communion

I had a great morning telling stories and sharing with a multi-ethnic all age congregation.