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The Mission of Angels

Why did God create angels to wander behind the gates of Heaven to protect it from Hell, or to obey the command of His will? Without my knowledge, or comphrension, He assigned one of them to protect me... why would a mortal like me defy His intention? Everywhere I go, that angel safeguards me. Perils on the road multiply as countless miles, blind corners can kill, if someone is not keen; pedestrians cross boulevards at red lights, signs warn to cross them when they turn green. I often feel that a spiritual being is walking beside me, he doesn't breathe, cast a shadow, or can be seen... but that angelic presence is strong: that's why I feel safe and laugh as a babe in the arms of a mother whose endless love surpasses death. Everybody thinks that the mission of angels is to read sacred books and sing of God's glory, not watching us who dwell on this planet of fright; how wrong they must be for their limited insight when their life is not bright! Think again: they are in search of good souls to reward them with miracles!

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