They are all screaming at the top of their lungs. A gargantuan angel with bushy hair and a dark, cavernous throat bellows from a starry sky. A couple of space ships pass in the distance and a few screaming angels flit among the stars. Four other angels hover at the large angel’s feet, with neat rows of white teeth framing their gaping mouths. These angels are playing musical instruments: a violin, a harp, and one angel is hitting a cow bell with a drum stick.
The cartoon’s caption, printed on a scroll held by the big angel, reads:
PRAY. Everything else is ___! (expletive removed)
Your angels are righteously large, powerful and kick-behind brave. They are my kind of angels too. Precious Moments just does not cut it any more. How did angels ever become wimpy and girly? Ahh, the Rennaissance and Hallmark probably had some input. . .
In the Los Angeles area newspapers is a comic strip called Rose is Rose. Rose has a motorcycle mama alter-ego . Pasquale, her little boy, boasts a 50-foot tall Guardian Angel clad with armor, sword, and lazer eyeballs. This angel don’t take no bovine manure from nobody!
Thank you for your always provocative posts. I’m inspired to pray more.