Think
of it! Some of us have unknowingly
entertained Angels! The thought fascinates
us, thrills us!
But, really ... Saint Paul is letting us
off the hook.
It is true that we may have, at some time
in our lives, perhaps many times, entertained
an Angel in the form of a man, a woman,
or a child entirely unknown to us. Yet,
if we reflect upon it, it is terribly odd
that this possibility, this mere prospect,
should fascinate us so, for Christ tells
us that whatever we do
to
least of these
we do not to His Angels but to Christ
Himself!
1
When Saul (soon to become St. Paul) was
vigorously persecuting the Church before
his conversion, Christ made this absolutely
clear when, appearing in great light, He
threw Saul off his horse and smote him with
blindness, saying:
Saul,
Saul, why persecutest thou Me? ... Who
art thou, Lord? And He answered, I am
Jesus Whom thou persecutest.
2
Let
us make this more succinct still: What we
do to each other, to
the Body of Christ, the Church, we do
to Him!
We may indeed
entertain Angels unwittingly ... now and
then ... or perhaps never entertain one
at all. We cannot know this. But we
always entertain
Christ in our brother
day in and day out and give no second
thought to it.
We are astounded at the prospect that an
Angel should come to us and with
incredible audacity we are totally indifferent
to God Himself Who comes to us,
stands before us, in our neighbor, begs
on our street corners, pleads for
spare
change from the squalor of our public alleys,
or Who shuffles behind to the battered shopping
cart that is his mobile home in our cities
of the homeless and, yes, even
in the arrogance of those who hate us.
Thrilled ...?
We
are thrilled to find an Angel
... and so disappointed when we only
find God in the disfigured face
of our brother.
An Angel comes periodically and
we deem ourselves extraordinarily blessed!
God Himself comes to us every single
day in every person we meet ... and
we yawn ...
We are eager that our blindness be dispelled
to what we may never see, and perfectly
willing to be blind to what we see with
our waking eyes!
Dominus
Deus Sabbaoth! The Lord
God of Angelic Hosts!
Your sense of awe
is so misplaced! Unlike you who
ought to see, and do not they
whom you would see, and do not,
know better.
Is it any wonder
that you who should know God in the salt
of your brother's tears do not so much
as see their Angels who ever behold the
face of God? 3
Christ has not sent His Angels ... He
comes Himself! ... disguised, disfigured,
and disdained ... and we do not know Him.
On the other hand, perhaps we do ... and
simply choose to look away.
Editor
Boston Catholic Journal
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1
St. Matthew
25.40
2
Acts 9.4-5
3 Saint Matthew 18.10
