Feast of St. Michael and the Archangels, I was struck by the beauty of the readings. Angels were as certainly ascending and descending on us as they were on The Son of Man (John 1:51).
I had a silly remembrance from my childhood. When I would go swimming I had the habit of cupping my hands and slamming them into the water to make "bubbles". As a little boy, I used to imagine that the bubbles were Angels in the water. Then as the water angels would tickle my skin I really thought that the real angels were there with me. I would do this over and over, all the while splashing and laughing. I haven't been swimming for a long time, but you can bet that next time I go, I will revive this ancient and venerable practice of water angels while praising God with splashes and laughter.