Dear Angel of Pleasure,
Please send this message to God for me.
Tell Him that I think he did a fabulous job those seven days*. Indeed, it was very good. I give Him five stars. Really. But well, you know the story: fruit trees & floods, exodus & exile, temples, wars, cribs and crosses. And still, even after that glorious Sunday, mortal flesh continues to find new ways to screw things up (or maybe we just merely repeat old ways).
Anyway, I'll make this brief. I think the human race could be just a little happier if we simply look back on those seven days and see that it wasn't so bad then, and it ain't so bad now. Sure people manage to falter and fall or downright act in the utmost heinous manner imaginable. Let's be real. And for the record, I'm not condoning such behavior. But in the end I'm led to believe that what God made is good, very good!
And so, Angel of Pleasure, I'm turning to you, because I don't think you get as much attention as say guardian angels, seraphim, cherubim, Michael, Gabriel, or Raphael, yet you can help us too. Ask God to send you forth into the world to strike our hearts like a tambourine whenever a grape bursts in our mouths or that savory tang of goat cheese tingles our tongues. Yes, whisper softly in our ears a song of our God when we see a sunset or a sprinkling of snow. Stoke the fading embers in our flesh when we breathe in the scent of a briny sea or a spicy kitchen, a field of daisies or piney woods. Tickle the spirit within us whenever we hear the chickadees sing, or a bow glide across a cello, or even whenever the doorbell announces another one of God's beloveds. And finally awaken our dead bodies when we feel the earth beneath our feet, the wind above our heads, and a loved one at our side.
If you can just send God this message, I'm sure He'll oblige, and hey, I'm sure you won't mind the extra hours either. These are desperate times for both man and angel alike.
Yours truly,
Ian
*I just thought I should reiterate that I'm not a biblical literalist, creationist, or fundamentalist. Surely you can see the figurative message in all this.
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