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Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God:
They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live
there being so small and helpless?
Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and
will take care of you.
But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile,
that's enough for me to be happy.
Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you
will feel your angel's love and be happy.
And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't
know the language that men talk?
Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever
hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.
And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?
Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.
I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?
Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.
But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.
Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you
to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could
already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly:
Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.
Your angel's name is of no importance, you will call your angel "Mommy."
VISITING DAY
He was looking forward to this moment all day long,
after 6 days of labor and it finally arrived--Visiting
Day! The man with the keys arrived to swing open the
large, heavy doors.
The cold gray hall springs to life in the warm glow
of light. He could hardly control his emotions. The
families began to arrive. He peers from the corner
of the room, longing for the first glimpse of his
loved one.
He lives for the weekends. He lives for these visits.
As the cars arrive, he watches intently. Then, finally,
she arrives--his bride, for whom he would do anything.
They embrace, eat a light lunch and reminisce how things
used to be. At one point, they break into singing, with
interruptions of laughter and applause. But all too soon
it is over. A tear comes to his eyes as his bride departs.
Then the man with the keys closes the heavy doors. He
hears the key turn in the lock marking the end of a special
day. There he stands, alone again. He knows that most of
his visitors will not contact him again until next week.
As the last car pulls away from the parking lot, Jesus
retreats into loneliness as He waits until next Sunday -- Visiting Day.
Is the time that we spend with Jesus an everyday thing,
or do we just visit Him on Sunday????
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