So earlier this week was the Feast of St. Michael and All Angels (more traditionally known as Michaelmas) in the Anglican Calendar. And then today is the memorial of the Guardian Angels in the Roman Calendar. I’m always reminded of Psalm 90(91):11 read during Compline which says “For he shall give his angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways”.
Universalis had a rather pithy little summary of what today’s memorial/lesser feast day is all about.
The doctrine that every individual soul has a guardian angel has never been defined by the Church and so is not an article of faith, but it is present in both the Old and New Testaments. As Jesus says, See that you never despise any of these little ones, for I tell you that their angels in heaven always gaze on the face of my Father in heaven. [Matthew 18:10] Thus even little children have guardian angels, and these angels remain in the presence of God even as they fulfil their mission on earth.
Anciently, all angels were celebrated together on the feast of St Michael. A separate feast of the Guardian Angels began in Valencia in 1411. At the reform of the Breviary in the 16th century it was included among the local feasts, and it was raised to the status of a feast in the General Calendar in 1608, placed on the first free day after the feast of Saints Michael, Gabriel and Raphael.
One of the benefits of this feast is that it reminds us that God cares for us each, individually. We all know this in theory, but it is easy – in times of depression or temptation – to convince ourselves that we are too small to matter, for good or ill. Let us use this feast to remind ourselves that each of us has an angel of our very own looking after us; and also to pray to God for our own Guardian Angel. What a bore and a burden to them some of us are. May we one day be a cause of rejoicing for them also.
If this is the case, my guardian angel (or angels) must be having a riotous old time with the Lord watching over my triumphs and my (many) failures. Watching over and praying for this poor, sometimes stupid, sometimes (relatively) smart sinner in need of God’s remarkable grace. The last two sentences in the Universalis summary are grouse. Very grouse.
As an old children’s prayer goes:
Angel of God, my guardian dear,
To whom God’s love commits me here,
Ever this day be at my side,
To light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen.
Carhartt x Apartment = Very tasty clothing in a very tasty shop
Finally some clothes that fit me properly. Had a fitting there yesterday afternoon and Ben and Nick were helpful (as always). The other guy there (Craig/Stuart, dammit I forgot his name) who was working in the Pop-Up shop was also seriously helpful. And, what the heck, I managed to actually fit into a pair of size 36 jeans. SIZE 36!!! The last time that happened was about 12 years ago.
And the Pop-Up shop was looking very nicely set up. Now looking fwd to picking up my Carhartt denim and pants after Ben alters them for me. Either before or after he gets back from Japan. And going by the Neighbourhood stuff they have there already, what is to come should be very very nice.
Now time to go and help the cousin-in-law out with moving stuff over to their new place. And a quick trip to IKEA Logan. Turns out my little hatchback actually can fit some serious flat-pack furniture in it.