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Angel With One Wing: Part 1 of 4

December 5, 2018
BY CHUCK CLEGG - COLUMNIST , Wetzel Chronicle

You first need to believe that angels really exist. You also must believe angels sometimes come from beyond the clouds and travel to earth when we need them. If you hear a soft fluttering sound when you are frightened or lonely, look over your shoulder and you just may catch a glimpse of an angel. Some say, angels came for the benefit of mankind.

We each realize that we face many difficult events throughout our lives. Our fragile bodies can become broken and feel pain. But, it is when our spirit becomes injured that angels are often seen. I'll bet you did not know that angels also can be injured. No, not in body, but in spirit they sometimes can feel pain. This is the story of an angel named Emma and her journey to find her own healing and help a soldier on a lonely mountainside to find his way home.

Emma is not your typical angel. She was small for her age. Most angels by the age of 400 years were nearly full grown. Emma was still a head shorter than all the other angels. Her long bright red hair flowed down over the shoulders of her robe, setting her apart from all the other angels she knew. She sometimes tried to fit her hair inside of her halo to hide its bright red color. But the soft glow of the halo just made her hair seem brighter. The other angels would remind her that it made her halo sit slightly crooked above her head. Rule Number 47: No angel shall misplace or misalign their halo at any time.

The other angels watched as one afternoon she sat quietly looking into a clear pool of water. She was looking at the many freckles the water's reflection showed on her face. She held her hand over the freckles to try and hide them from her eyes. She then took her sleeve and tried hard to rub them away. But try as she may, the red freckles would not disappear from her skin. Even when she closed her eyes and vanished, she knew her freckles and red hair would still be there when she reappeared. Other angels did not make fun or laugh at Emma, but she felt as though she did not fit in.

In four hundred years, she had never been summoned to visit earth and help anyone. All the other angels had heard calls for help. Emma had never heard a lone voice ask for help. She asked other angels why? They explained her time to help would come. When the person she would be called on to help asked, she would hear the words so clearly there would be no doubt she was needed.

On one occasion, Emma journeyed to earth to see what it was like. Her head was filled with millions upon millions of voices all speaking. The maddening noise was impossible for her to understand. Were they talking to her? Were they asking for help? She could not know the answers when so many voices spoke at once. She could see loneliness and pain, but it was lost in the madness of the voices. How could she help if she could not understand the prayers of someone asking for help? The only way the confusion disappeared was to return home.

One thing separated Emma from other angels, she had been given only one wing. All the other angels had two wings. Some were magnificent in their size and strength. These were on the largest and strongest of the archangels. Other angels' wings were very delicate and graceful in their makeup and moved softly in the air. Emma's lone wing was not strong or soft like the others. It was stiff and course in texture. It even had a few spots that looked like freckles on the tips. Emma kept it tucked in close to her body so the other angels would not stare.

In truth, the only angel that seemed to notice the difference was Emma. The others felt her pain and understood she was unhappy. But their mission was for the betterment of mankind. No angel could solve Emma's problems but herself.

One day, Emma was sitting near a clear pool of water and her thoughts were of herself much as they always were. Emma was surrounded by the light that was always there. Not sunlight, but the warm light that encircled her in this place above the clouds. Shadows were never seen in this place of constant light. But on this day from behind her, a great shadow fell over her and across the reflective water. The loss of light sent a cold chill through Emma, she became frightened; she had never felt the darkness before in her world of endless light. On the dark surface of the water, she could see the reflection of an archangel standing behind her.

Emma cowered from the angel and hid her face. A reassuring hand gently touched her shoulder. "Emma, be unafraid, I have come as you asked." Emma was puzzled by the angel's words, but she was no longer in fear. As she turned and looked up, the light returned as she saw his broad smiling face. "Who, who are you? Why have you come to me? I am just a lowly angel, and I have nothing to offer to our wondrous purpose."

The great angel sat down beside Emma and pointed into the pool of water. Emma could see herself, and then she heard the words she had earlier whispered to her reflection, "Please let me find why I am an angel?"

The angel lifted Emma's face as he said, "It is not often an angel asks for help through prayer. But I have come to answer yours." Emma looked at the angel with a puzzled gaze. "I didn't mean for anyone to hear that; we are angels and are supposed to answer prayers, not make them."

"We have watched you for a very long time. You are filled with goodness, but you have not found your way. Emma, you must listen with your heart and not your ears. In your heart, you will hear the prayers of those who need you. It is important you listen for your name to be called. On this night, you will be needed. A young man has become lost and will ask for your help. If you do not hear him he will be lost inside of his own darkness." Then the great angel smiled warmly at Emma as he faded into the light.

The small angel was now more afraid than ever. What must she do? How can she hear a single voice that would call for help on this special night within just her heart? She closed her eyes and concentrated harder than she ever had before. Emma began to feel images of darkness and violence as she heard, "Please, someone help me."

 
 
 

 

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