It was wonderful yesterday, on their feast day, to hear the Holy Father remind us of our guardian angels, those heavenly companions who watch over and protect us all our lives. The guardian angels probably aren’t at the forefront of our thoughts. I think of them as the “aha” helpers. We remember they are on the job only after they assist us.
If you are of a certain age, you probably had a picture of a guardian angel over your bed to protect you. Angels are very skilled at warding off “ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties and other things that go bump in the night” to terrify little children. They are comforting in a storm, whether it is weather related or family discord, and they stand guard against evil. As the pope noted in his homily, they are the little voices in our heads urging us to watch out.
When I was a child, my sisters and I believed we all shared one special guardian angel and we knew that angel’s name. Schultz. The angel’s picture was right there on the wall with her name on it. Angels in our day always seemed to be feminine. My mother knew better than to tell us that we each have our own angel. She knew we’d all argue over whose angel Schultz was.
Actually, this picture was a beautiful black and white lithograph, which was made in Berlin probably in the early part of the 20th century. Under the angel’s image was a caption: “Schutzengel.” That’s German for guardian angel. Someone misread the caption and ever since, this angel’s name has been Schultz.
Angel Schultz has been on a shelf in one of my closets for many years but just two weeks ago, my sister Nancy, who loved Schultz best, asked for her. So she’s back on duty again in Nancy’s home, still in her original frame.
Remember the prayer to your guardian angel? If not, here it is. Whatever your guardian angel’s name is — you can make up a name; I am sure the angel and the Pope won’t mind – call on that angel.
But remember, Angel Schultz belongs to my family. And she has her hands full with us.