I have a friend, I’ll call her Jane here. She is a dear person in many ways. She grew up Mennonite and is now a little hostile to Christianity, although she attends Mass with me from time to time. She’s a great friend with a big heart and will always listen to a tale of woe.
She’s mainly interested in ‘alternative’ types of spirituality. She likes to pray, light candles, say affirmations, and tries to manifest good stuff for herself, do spiritual inner work etc… You know, New Age sort of feel good stuff. A few years back she got into ‘Angel writing’. She writes with her non-dominant hand and gets messages from angels. People sometimes pay her to do this. She’s very proud of what she considers a spiritual special gift she has. She has some other women friends who also consider themselves spritual healers, each with different ‘gifts’. They affirm and praise each other in their high opinions of themselves.
I, generally, am skeptical and suspicious of this sort of stuff. When ever she’s brought it up, I listen with interest, but in reality I think she’s self deluded. Not that don’t think people have gifts from God, but hers seems to be a fantasy she’s created.
Well, she called me this morning and wanted to get together and talk. After morning Mass I walked over to her house. She began by telling me that there were 3 friends she has that she hasn’t talked much about this, since she respects where we’re coming from. (I thought she had mentioned it quite a few times actually) She was afraid of being mocked and I assured her that that certainly wasn’t my style. Then she proceeded to tell me that she had received a message from the Angels and then one from my late husband who died 7 years ago.
She gave me the piece of paper that she had written on with the message. Basically, the angels thanked me for donating the van that Peter had bought to a Catholic Church in Seattle. They said that I needed to get re-centered and learn to slow down (Jane knows that I’ve been frazzled since I returned from Calif and since upping my hours at work) It reminded me that God is the source of all good things and other nice pleasant things like that.
The message from my husband extolled the beauty of our daughters, reassured me about the van, and then urged me to write his sister in Poland, tell her about the stone chapel I built in the backyard, tell her I will light a candle on her behalf to the Virgin. He said that Ella was worried about her health, that she would die like he did. Then he went on to say how beautiful it was where he was.
Anyways, I just don’t know what to make of this. Do you think I ought to write Ella in Poland? It wouldn’t hurt to light a candle for her. But, the whole thing does seem like a fantasy on the part of my friend. I know I need to pray for her.