Scotty

Angels are messengers that link man to God.  They are here to protect and show us things we might not otherwise see. They are pure, uncorrupted, and manifest goodness. They are a source of comfort and inspiration.  They live among us.  There are the notable angels like Gabriel, Michael and Raphael who announce themselves loudly and with great conviction.  They spew forth words of immense wisdom and holy magnitude. “Hark,” “I am an angel of the Lord,”  “Do not be afraid,” “The Lord is with you,”  “Nothing is impossible with God,” and so forth. Then there are the quiet angels that watch and wait until they are needed.

 No matter how an angel appears to those who are lucky enough to gain an audience, there is one thing for certain...they are here to tell us something very important and we need to pay attention.  Although angels usually come to us quietly, if we are not listening they find it necessary to seek our attention in the most extraordinary ways. 

 We have an angel who resides in our house and most of the time he believes emphatically that we are not paying attention. In many ways our angel is a quiet angel. He lives in a world that our life experiences do not allow us to enter. He speaks a language only he can understand. In an effort to get us to listen he will resort to screaming, slamming doors, and pounding on the furniture.  He has even been known to punch holes in our walls and has broken a window or two to get his message across.  

 

He watches Sponge Bob on the couch in the living room and does cannonballs in our pool.  He loves bananas and pizza and our Grandma’s cookies.  He has been known to steal food right out of the refrigerator.  He pulls our daughters’ hair and laughs hysterically as he steals their stuff and runs like the wind! 

 He can’t read or write but spends hours at our kitchen table composing important notes.  Our refrigerator is covered with hundreds of documents written in fat red marker.  And he waits…hoping someday we will finally comprehend their importance.  He misses us every time we walk out the door and waits by the window until we return whether it is for ten minutes or ten days.   His love is  perfect and it touches a place inside you that cannot be described with words but must be experienced with your heart. 

The Crocodile  Hunter is his hero and the antics of the Three Stooges can bring him to his knees.  He believes without a doubt, that Santa comes down the chimney and brings him presents and the Easter Bunny hides eggs in the backyard.  He sleeps upstairs in a room decorated with puppies wearing baseball hats. Alligators, snakes and spiders snooze along side him as he dreams the dreams of childlike innocence.   

 This blog is the story of the angel who lives in our house. It is a simple story really, a story about an ordinary family who was sent an angel.  It is a story about a boy made perfect in the eyes of God who taught us all how to live.   This boy has shown us that even simple lives can have great power.  

 This boy, now a man, has shown his family and everyone who is blessed enough to be loved by him how to live. 

*This is actually a portion of the first chapter of the book I have been trying to write for the past 5 years.