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              Angel Maryby 
              Bill Kolb
  
               
                For 
                  He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways. —Psalm 91:10-12
 More 
              than a half-century ago—and it seems a world away—my 
              older brother and I were boarding students at a school in Connecticut. 
              The year was 1944 and war raged throughout Europe and in the Pacific. 
              Merricourt was a small institution of about fifty children, run 
              by a couple known to the students as Uncle John and Aunt Ruth. My 
              brother was always getting into trouble, and it seems like I would 
              get punished right along with him. Infractions such as cursing, 
              hitting another boy or wetting one's bed would bring very predictable 
              punishment, the most common of which was being sent to bed without 
              supper.  There 
              was a woman, a large woman, who cooked for all of us. Her name was 
              Mary. I recall that she would walk around the grounds between classes 
              at mid-morning and give us slices of warm toast from the basket 
              she carried. She would ring a bell that she also carried. Mary 
              was the kind of person who would bake a cake for a boy's birthday, 
              but before she put it in the oven, she would make sure it was filled 
              with pennies, nickels and dimes, so that many of us would enjoy 
              the one boy's special day. Not too sanitary by today's 
              standards, but we loved it, and I don't recall anyone keeling over. The 
              reason I am writing about Mary is because of what happened just 
              before we went home for the last time. The war in Europe had ended; 
              it was spring, and summer recess was near. Nevertheless, late afternoon 
              found my brother and me punished once again, sent to our beds without 
              the evening meal—visions of far-away breakfast dancing in 
              our heads.  Then 
              who should appear but Mary—on tiptoe, finger to lips—motioning 
              us to climb the stairs to the top floor, where she opened a closet 
              door. Inside was a little table with two chairs, set with a tablecloth 
              and all our favorite foods. Will I ever forget that moment? No way! 
              To this day it tells me that there ARE angels in our lives. God’s 
              Angels.  
               
                Lord,
                      help us to believe in you and in your goodness in us and
                      in
                  the world. Help us to take heart when faced with the vicissitudes
                      of life, knowing that your angels, both seen and unseen,
                      always
                  surround us. Amen.   Copyright 
              ©2006 Bill Kolb
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