Falling Angels

Last week during my reading group, one woman produced a “show and tell.” It was a silken fragment of a World War II parachute, in green-brown jungle camouflage, that had been used in the invasion of Normandy.  We passed it from hand to hand, remembering the meadows of...

Massacres and Angels

Like many people, I’ve been trying to swallow the latest Colorado massacre, and how it is possible for a mentally ill man to buy 6,000 rounds of assault-weaponry firepower without anyone noticing anything untoward.  Or to carry weapons into a movie theater without...

Angels as LUMBERJACKS

Not long ago I gave the basic Angels 101 talk to a group of about 200 people: What are angels; why do they come sometimes and not at others; to one person and not another?Telling stories jogs memories, and afterwards at a reception many people came over totell me...

Animals and the Afterlife

My friend’s beloved and aged dog died not long ago. My friend was in a state of grief and there I sat helpless to comfort her—for what can assuage the loss of a dog, or cat, a horse, mouse, parrot, or pet snake? Our animal relationships are pregnant with meaning and...

Skittish Angels and Christmas Tales

I’ve been thinking lately about how skittish angels are— “Now you see them, now you don’t”; and about how hard it is to hold onto those compelling moments when something extraordinary uplifted you with joy—the sense that “all is right with the world,” or,” I am...