Do you remember the classic Disney movie starring Danny Glover and Tony Danza Angels in the Outfield? A movie about a little boy who wants his family to be together again. But, his father tells him that is as likely as the Angels (a baseball team) winning the pennant. And real angels are put on the task to make that most long-shot of wins happen.
Twenty-three years ago, the world was a little softer. A bit kinder. More open. A movie like this could be written, produced, filmed, distributed and watched. Today? <shrug> It better have a vamp in it. Or better yet, a zombie-vamp.
We live in a time where predictability, consistency, reliability, and entertainment are priorities. We want what we want right now. We want it exactly the way we had it the last time and if you can give it to us at a better price than last time even better. And, heaven forbid, we don’t get what we want, or it’s a schoosh late? Forget it! Our fingers are off clicking to find TNBT. (Yeah, we can’t even bother to write out full words either…)
Who the heck has time for something as ephemeral and nonsensical as angels? Angels are for little children, people not wrapped too tight, pagans, religious extremists, and/or New Agers. Am I right?
No, I’m not.
I’m no angel buff. I did not grow up hearing about this, or that angel, or saint, or anything like that. I grew up a regular old Baptist. I heard about angels in bible class. You heard mention of one here and there. And who doesn’t remember Shirley MacLaine’s Out on a Limb and Defending Your Life? Angels, in a very background sort of way, permeate our lives. We can’t forget Angels in America, recently run in the UK in the British National Theater, no less.
But in our own personal lives, on average, how many of us think about actual angels in the traditional sort of manner? Where they watch over us, keep us safe and help us out of things we’d rather not muddle into. I personally did not think of angels in that way since I was a young child saying my prayers on bent knees before bed.
Yet, one morning while I was walking towards the train, my heart felt heavy, I took a deep breath and forced levity into my heart and mind. I made myself repeat an affirmation that always fills me with lightness. Yet, it didn’t work that morning. For some reason, I happened to look up into the sky. Above me I felt/saw/experienced an overwhelming feeling of love, happiness…radiance. It seemed as if there was — an angel in the sky watching over me that morning.
On a tiny island not even attached to mainland USA, in a neighborhood that was still too sleepy to notice, I had a wonderful feeling of alright-ness. Sure, not a word but it’s a most wonderful feeling.
So while you may not see what I saw in the picture above. I know what I felt. It felt real and true. You could say that my recent health challenge could have precipitated my, err, atypical aerial visitation. You could say that I was in desperate need of my morning coffee. Or, like me, you could say…