Catholic Free Press
I have been studying angelology. I have read the exacting logic of Saint Thomas Aquinas who exhaustively references Scripture, Saint Augustine, and Dionysius the Pseudo-Areopagite. I have examined the artful language, that wastes not a word, of the great communicator Frank Sheed, and perused the cogent answers of Doctor Peter Kreeft. I have begun to absorb the expositions of Father Pascale Parente and Cardinal Jean-Guenolé-Marie Daniélou regarding the angels in Catholic Tradition. It is a lot get my head around, especially with children swirling around me.
When I learned that angels are so intelligent that they comprehend, in one thought, the whole field of all sciences, and can manipulate matter in ways we cannot because they know the laws of nature completely, it caught my attention. I raised an eyebrow when I read how they can influence our emotions by suggesting things to the imagination. I had a thought when I learned that they govern all corporeal things, including nations, families, and individuals.
Now I know that all of this learning is supposed to lift me to higher things, but while trudging around the kitchen and laundry all day, I keep wondering if the angels can help with my kids. I mean, if angels know scientific laws better than I ever could, then they know all the secrets of cooking and cleaning. If they can suggest good things to the imagination in ways I cannot, then they are far more convincing than my nagging ever will be.
For instance, at just the critical moment, they might suggest to the mind of a toddler who is about to wet the walls, an image of a cheering mommy so proud of her big boy for running to the potty instead. They could show me how to cook a vegetable dish the kids would actually eat, or better yet, teach me how to make a perfectly nutritious meal into the form and flavor of, say, Cocoa Puffs. Without causing a battle-of-the-wills scene, they might even quietly prevent two sisters from slapping each other obstinately during the consecration at Mass.
I figure that if we all have guardian angels, then there are at least twice as many people in my house as I can see, and if those invisible people are far more intelligent than us, then surely God has sent them to help us in our vocations. One more thing I learned: I always suspected that children, as much as I love them, really are not angels. Now I know why.
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