For some reason I’ve been discussing angels with friends lately. No idea why they keep popping up. Now I’ve always loved angels. They are very helpful creatures. They look beautiful, that is, we made them look beautiful in past history. And I’d like to think that they resemble the images we made for them.
So how come one angel fell from grace so many years ago? And, according to some, changed from being a loving angel into the devil himself. I believe in right and wrong. If there was no wrong there could not be right. If there is no dark, there can not be light. But a devil?
A devil is a scary thing. And in my humble opinion this is just its purpose. To scare people into doing the right thing. Like all hell and brimstone. Made up by some guys (or gals) wanting to have and keep control. I cannot believe in a devil, when I believe in a loving God, Universe, Light, in whatever way you want to see the Maker of everything Good. How could He (to keep it simple I will refer to the ‘Spirit’ as He) therefore make a devil?
I know lots of people will disagree. This is perfectly allright of course. And yes, there have been (are) falling angels. I’m not a church goer, and I cannot believe everything the Bible says, but lately I find myself drawn to the spirituality of ‘my’ church. There is an openness to the One Truth that I haven’t found in other churches so far. Last Sunday we talked about fallen angels. So, somehow angels are looking for, and finding, me.
The church building was covered in plastic dolls made of cling film. They literally ‘clung’ to benches, trying to climb up. They represented fallen angels. Because we, all people tend to fall, and we, all people, are or were angels in some time. Look at a newborn: it still has angelic looks. But we tend to forget. And sometimes we fall down.
How about when we fall down, we climb back up? And don’t we all want this? Nobody would want to stay down. Maybe to rest for a bit, but then inevitably, we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and go on living. Preferably a little better than before. Now that is the purpose of falling. No wonder angels fall, too.
I could totally agree. The images of the fallen angels made me laugh. They were very lifelike, except they were obviously not very happy plastic. It was symbolic, but we all recognized it too. We talked, we laughed, kids hugged the plastic dolls and encouraged them to climb higher and be a better person.
Coffee and cookies
Afterwards there was coffee and cookies. And more chats. What a wonderful Sunday morning. Will I go next week? I don’t know. Probably not, but I will join again, maybe in a few weeks. The openness in that everybody can be totally themselves appeals to me. Do I want to incorporate, say, Buddhism in Christianity? Why not? Is there one religion? NO. Not for me.
‘Chose! Be part of one group and follow their orders.’ No, thank you. I feel deep inside of me what is right and what doesn’t belong to me. Organized religion makes me scared. Too much has happened in the name of so-called religion. I have my own. In my own ‘church’ and I am happy and content with that choice.