angels of regent street
Regent Street in London is like Fifth Avenue in New York or Michigan Ave. in Chicago. During the whole week of Black Friday, it is full of teeming hordes of shoppers, shoulder to shoulder, shopping bag to shopping bag. And all of the human crush takes place under spectacularly lighted displays of angels hovering in magnificent flight.
If an army of real angels watched over shoppers, what would we be protected from? First off, the pickpockets that we were constantly warned about, ready to lift the wallet or phone of the inattentive. But what else? Would they protect us from the temptation to overspend and over-indulge our children and grandchildren? Or perhaps the angels would actually guide us to that perfect gift. And what would that perfect gift be? I doubt that the heavenly host would think of any gift as perfect that is available in stores.
When I look back over this amazing year, what more could I want, what more than has already been given to me?
- 70 some years with a family of origin so committed to each other that my cousins still make it a top priority to find a long weekend to spend together during the winter months, in addition to our summer gatherings by Lake Michigan.
- 50 years with a husband who still makes me breakfast every morning, washes the dishes every night and makes his personal and our common devotional life a priority, praying Compline together nightly.
- 2 wonderful children who love the Lord and found spouses who also seek to follow Him.
- 5 wonderful, beautiful and loving grandchildren, each one a delight to be around.
This year was so full of amazing memories that I can hardly imagine an angel bestowing anything more in my personal life than all that I have already received. However, I still have a request. I would ask the angels of Regent Street, the heralds of the Lord Almighty, to bring peace to this weary, weary world. I would ask that they bid our sad divisions cease. I would ask that the high and nigh King of Kings would empower each of us to get out of ourselves, think less about our economic well-being, and spend all our capital on love, the only lasting gift.
Love, Liz
