Mother, will we ever have wings like
angels?" thoughtfully asked seven-year-old
Jennie, as she and her twin, Bennie, turned the pages of
a new storybook received on a recent
birthday.
"The angels do not really have wings,
dear," replied Mother from the big armchair in
which she sat sewing. "Many pictures show them with
wings, perhaps because they have been
confused with other beings in the invisible worlds which
do have wing-like parts to them, but
those who have seen the angels say they look very much
like we do."
"How do they move around in the air if
they don't have wings?" pursued Jennie.
"They are made of lighter material than
we are," replied Mother, "and can go where they
wish just by thinking of it."
"Do they live and act like we do,
Mumsie?" inquired Bennie, a gleam of interest in his
merry eyes.
"Yes, we are told that they wear clothes,
live in houses, have flower gardens, and
concern themselves with various affairs, just as we do.
Some are more intelligent and more
beautiful than others, just as people are, there being
some so shining and beautiful as to dazzle our
eyes."
"Is that why we can't see them,
Mother?" inquired Jennie.
"No, not exactly. They are made of
material so much lighter and finer than we are
that they make no impression on our eyes. Some day,
however, when we have become more
spiritual and have developed what is called etheric
vision we shall see many things made of ether
which we do not see now."
"But do the angels live here where
we are?" pursued the wide-eyed Bennie.
"Their home is on the Moon,"
replied Mother, "but they visit us here on the earth and
help us in many ways. They, with the aid of the nature
spirits, help the plants to grow and bear
their lovely flowers and fruits, and they are
particularly helpful to little folk, such as yourselves,
and are often near you guiding and protecting you."
"Are they really?" cried the
delighted Jennie. "I wish I could see them."
"When you were in the heaven world,"
went on Mother, "they helped you to find
Daddy and me so you could come and live with us and grow
up where it would be best for you."
"I bet I would have found you,
anyway, Mother," cried Bennie, hugging her
rapturously.
Mother smiled, and taking the
storybook, turned to a picture and continued: "This
picture you see here is one of the angel Gabriel telling
Mary, the Mother of Jesus, that a little son
would be born to her, and that he would grow up to be a
very wonderful man."
"And he did, didn't he?" asked
Jennie eagerly.
"Yes," replied Mother, "and when
he was born the angels told some of the nearby
shepherds about it, as you see in this picture, and the
shepherds went to see the baby Jesus."
"And they found him in a stable,
didn't they?" recalled Bennie.
"Yes, they did," responded Mother,
"and there were angels there, too, as you see in
this picture."
"And what are they doing in this
picture?" inquired Bennie, turning to a beautifully
colored illustration on the next page.
"This shows the angels teaching the
boy Jesus when he had grown older," explained
Mother "You see, they paid particular attention to him
because he had a special work to do."
"And what is the angel doing to this
man?" asked the little girl-twin.
"That is an angel comforting
Christ-Jesus when He was very sorrowful," answered
Mother. "You see, the angels are very unselfish. They
are purer and wiser than we are, because
they have been longer in God's Kingdom than we have, and
have been more obedient to Him — they
love to comfort and help others. All creatures
become stronger and better by helping others,
and it is a part of God's plan that all His children
serve their brothers and sisters, particularly the
younger and less developed ones."
"But the angels are not our
brothers and sisters, are they, Mother?" queried Bennie.
"Not exactly in the same way that
you and Jennie are brother and sister," explained
Mother, "but the angels, nature spirits, human beings,
and all other creatures are God's children,
and in that sense they are all brothers and sisters. We
call the animals our younger brothers
because they have not been in this part of God's kingdom
as long as we have."
"And my kitty is my little brother,
then" exclaimed Jennie delightedly.
"Yes, he is," replied Mother, "and
by being kind to him, feeding him, and taking
good care of him, you are helping him to grow according
to God's plan, just as the angels help
us."
"Do the angels sing, Mother?"
asked Bennie, looking at another illustration in the
storybook.
"Yes," Mother assured him. "We
are told that at Easter time when the Christ Spirit
is freed from the earth, hosts of angels meet Him and
sing wonderful songs of praise and
thanksgiving. Your picture there shows this as the artist
imagined it."
"Oh, I wish I could hear them,"
cried Jennie.
"Perhaps some day you will,"
smiled Mother. "If we live as God wishes us to, we
shall all be able to do many things in the future that we
cannot do now."
"May I pray for the angels
tonight when I say my prayers, Mother?" asked the little
girl.
"Indeed you may," agreed Mother.
"And now it is bedtime for kiddies, so let us get
ready."
"I hope I dream about the
angels," said Jennie as they followed Mother upstairs to
the nursery.
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