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An Advent Story for the Fourth Sunday in December December 26 2015

L’Ange Mauve

On the last Sunday before Christmas there is a great angel, draped in a violet cloak all tender and warm, who appears in heaven and hovers over all the earth. She carries in her hands a great lyre.  She plays on that lyre a music, very sweet, and she sings a song very melodic and clear.  But to be able to hear it you must have a silent and attentive heart.

She sings the great song of Peace, the song of the Infant of Christmas and of the Kingdom of God who comes to the earth.  Many little angels accompany her, and they also sing and celebrate in heaven.

Then all the seeds which sleep in the Earth are awakened, and the Earth herself listens and weaves:  the song of the angels tells each seed and the Earth that God does not forget and that one day each seed and the whole of the Earth will be made new in Paradise.   


An Advent Story for the Third Sunday in December December 19 2015

On the third Sunday of Advent an angel all white and luminous descends to the earth.  He holds in his right hand a sun beam that is marvelous to see.  He goes to those in whose hearts the red Angel found true love, and he touches them with his radiant sun beam. Then that radiant light penetrates the hearts of those people and the angel fills them with light and warmth deep inside.

And these people’s eyes are illuminated by the sunlight -  it flows down to their hands, their feet, and into their whole body.  Even the poorest and the most humble among human beings are  transformed and begin to resemble the angels, if they have a drop of pure love in their hearts.

But all the world does not see the angel of white.  Only the angels see him, and those whose eyes are illuminated by that light of the angel.  Those with that light in their eyes can also see the little baby who is born on Christmas in the manger.