Until you find a stray feather or two, you may not be convinced that angels exist. Such is the psyche of mankind. Proof... we need proof.
Faith is a difficult thing to define. And yet, it's the very thing we need to endure and prosper. Insofar as we have come thus far, let us believe we shall journey even further... on angel's wings... if we have to.
Today's post is longer than the usual 2 seconds... pardon the length, but I'm sure you will enjoy the angel materializing out of 'thin air.' :)
The translation is 'An Angel in the Sky.'
Native American culture believes that the white buffalo is the precursor to worldwide harmony. This white buffalo named Miracle was born on the Heider family farm in south central Wisconsin. Since that time thousands of pilgrims have journeyed there to get just a glimpse of the angel they believe it to be.
If all of this sounds a little crazy to you, consider this: The chance of a white buffalo being born makes your odds of winning the lottery look good, Miracles likelihood, according to the numbers from the National Buffalo Association, is somewhere in the range of 6 billion. Consider also that the only other documented white buffalo this century died in 1959. His name was Big Medicine. He lived for 36 years.
In Native culture, the arrival of the white buffalo is comparable to the second coming of Christ. They believe it will bring about purity of mind, body and spirit, and unify all nations, black, red, yellow, and white.
The Heiders had never heard of the legend of the white buffalo. But thousands of pilgrims visiting each month since the birth have shown them the great scope of Native beliefs. They have turned down countless offers for Miracle and see no end to the crowds that visit. They want no profits from the birth, but have a collections bucket put out for well wishers to donate to the security fund and are awaiting a $4600 electric gate to help keep Miracle safe.
Angels come in all forms. Miracle speaks to thousands of souls.
American Progress
(c. 1872)At a time when America wasn't even a hundred years old, painters like John Gast knew that this country needed and was under the protection of angels. Is it so different today?
For each advance we have made there have been setbacks and sorrows. For every rich man there are hundreds of poor. For every good deed... well, you get the picture.
Petition the angels to come once again at a time when we sorely need them the most. Ask them to bring comfort and healing. Ask God to bestow on us that which we had and threw away.
It is NEVER too late.
After the Great Horror of September 11, 2001 angels came in many forms. Those who died received their angels right away. Those left behind found theirs in many different forms.
It has only been eight years. Let us not forget what happened or why. Let us come to know peace in the wake of all events such as this. Let us find our angels and get comfort to live beyond the horror.
In a dream he came and as he watched over the city, in the distance he could see the full moon. Inside the darkness of the night he saw the jagged edges of suffering. He bowed his head in the iridescent glow and prayed for humanity, that it might save itself from its own destruction. Sent to gather information, his heart was heavily burdened by the knowledge he had gained. He hoped that if he prayed hard enough eyes would see and ears would hear. And in a flash... he was gone, unseen, unnoticed, unrecognized.
When an angel gazes into a pool it is mesmerized by its own reflection. Leading a life of perpetual praise to God and helping where it can, it is not absorbed in itself. To lead that kind of life is something we can only aspire to and wish for. It is a life of self-sacrifice and boundless energy given over to service to others. Do we give enough? Or are we in such a race to gather material possessions that we forget what is really important in life? Perhaps one day we can face the mirror and be enthralled as well because we haven't seen the image in a while. It is certainly a goal to strive for in our lives.
