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Showing posts with label Angels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Angels. Show all posts

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Angels in the Kitchen
















Bartolome Esteban Murillo painted this large canvas titled Angels' Kitchen for the Franciscan Monastery of San Francisco el Grande in 1646. It might be the three-part story of Brother Francisco Perez, a Greek monk who worked as a kitchen assistant for thirty years.

The painting is essentially about Francisco's prayer - that it was of such an intensity and filled with such a love of God that he entered into ecstatic states symbolized by the depth of light in which the brother is suspended and the animation of his habit. A warm, alive and light-some prayer! Indeed, perhaps we see in the little paper beneath him on the floor, left behind,  the composed, pre-fabricated prayers he was required simply to recite. 

On the left we see Francisco's Father Superior who has brought a couple of outsiders to either admire the scene or perhaps to check-out what's going on in the kitchen. In other words, maybe the superior has brought in a doctor to be sure Brother Francisco is alright in the head! The clergy are usually not quick to delight in mystical events - witness Father Peyramale at Lourdes who hassled young Bernadette who claimed to have seen a lady of light in the grotto of Massabielle. Or the bishop who scoffed at Juan Diego who reported a heavenly lady with a request at the top of Tepeyac.

No matter, as these things come from heaven they endure beyond the objections, hesitations and fears of the clergy in charge. But while Francisco is flying in his prayer he's also falling behind in his kitchen responsibilities. The bell will ring and the friars will assemble for dinner and there'll be no food. But heaven is grateful for Francisco's love and so heavenly help arrives to put dinner on the table.

In the center we see two very prominent angels with colored wings and tunics. One is clearly the chef-in-charge, perhaps giving directions to the other angel who seems to have just arrived. To the right is a whole kitchen staff of angels: one in the back is tending the oven, another is stirring the pot, another is putting out the soup bowls and a little group of putti is scouring out a large and shiny copper pan.

Murillo was only about thirty years of age when he painted this joyful scene. He introduces us to his skill in the painting of still life vegetables, a glazed pitcher and bowl, a large metal pot, an earthenware jug. 

But to be sure, the painting isn't just about little Brother Francisco. Murillo wants us to know that God is a God of delight, joy and even humor. It's easy to forget this today, isn't it? And God, whose love for us is compulsive, hopes for a return from us. And each day, however obscure and routine, is filled with the presence of heaven. And wonder is close at hand. But we must look and listen with inner senses and even anticipate God's delights. 


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Angel Alphabet Prayer




We begin the Sunday Creed delighting in God who has created things - visble and invisible. This means we acknowledge an angel world. Here is an Ethiopian Church ceiling filled with busy angels, looking in all directions. Perhaps they are scoping out their jobs and realms of influence.

So I wrote an alphabet prayer for today's late September angel feast: Michael, Raphael, Gabriel - grateful for their presence; asking for their inspiration and enlightenment.


Angel of the Americas ~ North, Central and South, pray for us.
Angel of breakfast, blueberries and bread, pray for us.
Angel of Christmas! the Christ Child's cradle, pray for us.
Angel of dear ones departed, pray for us.
Angel of my energy and efforts, pray for us.

Angel of forgiveness, ferns, and frozen things, guide us.
Angel of goodness and gardens, guide us.
Angel of happy times, helpers and health, guide us.
Angel of icy hearts, guide us.
Angel of job-seekers and the joyless, guide us. 

Angel of kisses and all human affection, inspire us.
Angel of lupine and lilies, inspire us.
Angel of Mary, mourners and good manners, inspire us.
Angel of non-believers, inspire us.
Angel of opposites and obstruction, inspire us.

Angel of poetry, prayers and popes, enlighten us.
Angel of questions, quizzes and quackery, enlighten us.
Angel of road rage-ers, robins and  relaxation, enlighten us.
Angel of sunflowers and snow, enlighten us.
Angel of thunder and thankfulness, enlighten us.

Angel of our understandings, protect us.
Angel of violence and vitriol, protect us.
Angel of windy wintertime, protect us.
Angel of my anxieties, protect us.
Angel of yellow finches, school buses and taxicabs, protect us.
Angel of Ground Zero, zygotes and life's zigzags, protect us. 

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Evening Prayer ~ Fourteen Angels





WE KNOW THE STORY of Hansel and Gretel (re-created as a short opera by Engelbert Humperdinck in 1893) - The family is desperately poor and mother has come home with a pitcher of milk. Overjoyed, the brother and sister sing and dance, the pitcher is knocked over and the milk is lost. In a fury the mother sends the children into the woods to collect wild strawberries.

Neither is paying attention to the time,  how long they've been gone or what path's been taken. They suddenly become aware of how late it is, that it is getting dark and the forest is now alien. Tired and sure they'll not find their way back home, they settle down to sleep under the trees next to each other. But first they sing their Evening Prayer, inviting angels to watch and protect  through the night - fourteen angels to be exact. They are not disappointed as a winged and mystic company gathers around them.

We can pray the prayer as well, mindful of the symbolic themes, naming for ourselves:
  • Our own inner poverty and littleness
  • Human brokenness
  • The lost path
  • Vulnerability in what we would call deep darkness
  • Our fatigue and fears of the unknown
  • The nearness of evil (the witch lives nearby)

When at night I go to sleep;
Fourteen angels watch to keep;
Two my head are guarding;
Two my feet are guiding;
Two are on my right hand;
Two are on my left hand;
Two who warmly cover;
Two who o'er me hover;
Two to whom 'tis given;
To guide my steps to heaven.

Sleeping softly, then it seems;
Heaven enters in my dreams;
Angels hover round me;
Whispering they have found me;
Two are sweetly singing;
Two are garlands bringing;
Strewing me with roses;
As my soul reposes;
God will not forsake me;
When dawn at last will wake me.

We can listen to the prayer sung right here in both English and the original German.