If I have a guardian angel…
…I feel sorry for him.
He's got me for a human, after all – and he's got his work cut out for him.
So, here's how I picture it.
Earlier this year, a huge angel convention met in the Third Heaven – "Guardian Angel Conference 2011: Takin' It To The Streets." All the angels are flying around, talking excitedly, relating stories of their *successes*...
Except for one lonely angel – sitting by himself at a table in the corner.
Several angels come up to him and try to start a conversation:
"Hey, Yd Obon, how's it going?" they say to him.
"It's going," he replies in a monotone.
"What seems to be the problem?" they ask.
"Well, it's just my human – Sharon. She's such a slow learner," he moans.
"Really?" says one of the taller angels. "My human is Billy Graham, and I don't think we've ever had that problem."
Yd sinks lower in his seat.
The angels, being good angels, sit down to talk with Yd. "Tell us all about it, brother. Maybe we can help."
So Yd proceeds to tell them all about my last year. Here's a few excerpts from his conversation:
"She always worries about stuff. Like everything. Where's her faith?"
"She has such low self-esteem sometimes. Why can't she see that she's a child – a CHILD, for Heaven's sake – of the King Himself?"
"She thinks she's too old to be of much use anymore."
Moses' angel interrupts. "Oh, I completely understand that one. Moses was a hard sell, too."
My angel continues:
"She doesn't pray often enough. I would love to carry her messages to Heaven. But she gets so distracted."
"She gets mired in her guilt sometimes over the past. Why can't she realize that the cross covered ALL of it?"
"She compares herself with others. It's so crazy. As if the Lord would create the same purpose for everyone. Doesn't she realize that He has something for JUST HER to do?"
"She gets so discouraged sometimes. Why can't she grab on to the hope she has? She's going to live forever with the Almighty – doesn't that mean anything to her?"
He finally just puts his head into his hands.
"Wow, Yd, you've got a tough situation there. We'll be thinking about you." The group of angels moves off.
Yd sits alone.
Finally, he becomes aware of someone else sitting down at the table.
He looks up.
Oh no – it's Him – Christos Himself. Yd frantically tries to sit up straight.
"Yeshua, it's an honor to have you stop by my table."
"Hello, Yd. I can tell that you're discouraged. Tell me what's going on."
And Yd pours out his heart to the Lord. He finishes with these weary words:
"I think Sharon's a lost cause, Lord."
Jesus smiles. He pulls up the sleeves of His tunic, and shows Yd his nail-scarred hands.
Yd and Jesus talk for an hour, and the Lord explains all about His love for this one, rather pathetic, human being…me.
Yd is encouraged…
…and I am blessed.
Jesus loves me, this I know.
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