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Are Angels Perfect?
by Julie Michaelson
11/25/10
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The Father
is in
Me,
and
I am
in
the Father.
[John 10:38]
******************
(It's quiet, right now,
in the Throne-Room.
All of the angels have
gone off, on their
various Holiday-Assignments.
At this moment, the Father
and Son are having another
slight argument, about one
of their beloved, but
aggravating children.)
_________________________
[GRUFF SIGH.]
"What is she
yelling about,
NOW?"

[GENTLE VOICE.]
"She is mad at
You,
Father."

[GRUFF SNORT.]
"Why is
My daughter
mad at Me,
NOW?"

[GENTLE VOICE.]
"Because....."
[GENTLE SIGH.]
"She lost that
THING....."

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"WELL.......
then, what is she
mad at Me,
for? I DIDN'T
LOSE it!"

[GENTLE SIGH.]
"Because.....
You are not helping
her to FIND it,
Father."

[GRUFF MUMBLE.]
[BECKON, RATHER
GRUFFLY, AN ANGEL
INTO THE THRONE
ROOM. THIS ANGEL
IS ALSO SUPPOSED
TO BE ON ASSIGNMENT.]
"YES? What IS it,
NOW?"

(The angel, sort of
plump and nondescript-
looking, enters hesitantly
into the Throne Room
Door Way.)
"........My LORD?"

[GRUFF BARK.]
"YES? WHAT IS IT?
DID YOU PUT THE
REST OF THOSE
TURKEYS INTO THE
NORTH-40 PASTURE,
LIKE I TOLD YOU TO DO?"

(Angelic pause.)
(Step, rather hesitantly
into the Big Throne Room.)
"Eh......well......
My LORD?"

[GRUFF, IRRITABLE
YELL.]
"WHAT?"

(The plump angel,
named Samsonarino,
pads barefoot, onto
the Gold Tile Floor.)
"WELL.........eh....."
(Angelic sigh.)
(A plump somewhat-dirty,
beige-white feather
drifts slowly down,
to the Gold Tile.
{Whenever Angels are
upset or anxious, they
start to shed.})

[GENTLE NOD.]
"Do not be anxious,
Samsonarino.....just
come here, and tell
Us what is wrong..."

(More beige-white
feathers are now
floating onto the
Golden, Pristine Floor.)
"Eh......YES, MY LORD."
(Samsonarino pads slowly
over to the River-Flowing
-In-Front-Of-The-Thrones,
and kneels down,
rather clumsily, onto
one of the purple velvet
cushions in front of the
Thrones. In order to
do so, he has to step
into the Flowing-River,
and wade across It.
(There's a lot of noisy
splish-splashing going
on, and the whole bottom
of Samsonarino's beige-
gauzy-long-gown is totally
soaked.)
"Well......my LORD.....
eh....."

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"Stop WAFFLING,
SAMSONARINO!
THIS IS EXACTLY
WHY YOU DON'T GET
THE ROUGHER ASSIGNMENTS!
BE A MAN! GIRDLE
YOUR LOINS!"

(Samsonarino squints,
cluelessly. He tries
to lean forward on the
purple velvet kneeling-
cushion, but only falls
sideways. His feet
are still wet from
wading across
the Flowing-River-Of-Life.)
"Huh?"

[GENTLE VOICE.]
"Just speak.......
My Samsonarino.....
do not be afraid."

(Woeful sigh.)
"Can I WIPE MY
FEET OFF,
MY LORD?
I can never figure...
OUT, HOW TO GO
ACROSS THAT FLOWING-RIVER-OF
-LIFE....without getting
my FEET WET! I don't
know how the OTHER
ANGELS....DO it!"

[GENTLE NOD.]
"I understand,
My child....."

[GRUFF SIGH.]
[TOSS, RATHER
GRUFFLY, A LITTLE
PURPLE-VELVET HAND
TOWEL, OVER IN FRONT OF
THE ANXIOUS ANGEL.]

"THANK YOU,
MY LORD!"
(Samsonarino grabs,
rather anxiously, the
little purple hand towel,
and plumps down on the
Gold Tile Floor, wiping
first one plump bare foot
and then another.)
"WELL........"
(Wipe. Wipe.)
"....Eh.....Would You
want to hear the
BAD NEWS.......
FIRST?"
(Squint up at both
Thrones for a moment:
then, continue to wipe.)
"WELL....eh,
they're LOST."

[GRUFF SHOUT.]
"LOST? WHAT
DO YOU MEAN,
LOST?"

[GENTLE SIGH.]
[VERY GENTLE VOICE.]
"Tell Me,
child.....
what is it,
that you mean."

(Samsonarino, now
holding the little purple
velvet hand towel in
both hands up to his
plump anxious face,
and biting on it,
merely nods slowly.)
"LOST.....my LORD!
LOST! THE TURKEYS!"

[EXTREMELY PATIENT,
GENTLE VOICE.]
"How did you
lose them,
My child?"

"EH........."
(Angelic gulp.)
(Squint over, at the
Father, rather anxiously.
The Father
was always in a more
Gruff Mood, around
the Holidays.)
"I DUNNO......my LORD!
They just got LOST!
ONE MINUTE....I
HAD THEM ALL WITH
ME! And....the NEXT...
I LOOKED ABOUT,
and...they were GONE!"

[GRUFF SHOUT.]
"HOW DOES ONE
LOSE ONLY A THOUSAND
TURKEYS, in one
AFTERNOON? DID
YOU STOP, SOMEWHERE.
...ALONG
THE WAY?"

(Rather anxious
angelic nod.)
(Bite, a little harder,
on the corner of the
purple velvet towel.)
"Eh.....YEAH!
I mean.......
YES, my LORD!"

[GENTLE NOD.]
[GENTLY CHIDING
VOICE.]
"Where did you stop,
Samsonarino....when,
you were supposed to
be on an errand?"

(Big, clumsy tears
begin to well out
of Samsonarino's
big brown eyes.
They slide down
first one plump
cheek...and,
then, the other.)
"WELL.....it's just
I didn't think that
they would GO ANYWHERE,
LORD! I JUST WANTED to
STOP BY THE MARINE PARK,
FOR A SECOND!
TO LOOK AT THE NEW DOLPHINS!
I TOLD 'EM TO STAY
PUT!"

[GRUFF SIGH.]
"They are not
DOGS......
Samsonarino!
TURKEYS ARE JUST
NOT VERY SMART!
DIDN'T YOU KNOW
THAT?"

(Anxious-angelic nod.)
(Clumsily-set halo now
bobs anxiously up and
down.)
"I do.... NOW,
my LORD.....!
I've just never been
down to EARTH,
before! I didn't KNOW
ANYTHING....about
TURKEYS!
HONEST!"

[GRUFF SIGH.]
"WELL.....! THIS
is PRECISELY WHY,
WE DON'T SEND
YOU ON ASSIGNMENTS
WITH MORE
RESPONSIBILITY,
SAMSONARINO!"

[GENTLY REBUKATIVE
VOICE.]
"The Father is Right,
Samsonarino. You do
need to show some
more responsibility....
We HAVE had this
discussion....BEFORE."

(Angelic sniff.)
(Blow rather loudly,
into purple velvet towel.)
(Honk.)
(Honk.)
"YES.
YES, my LORD!"
(Sniff.)
"Can I GO NOW?"

[GENTLE NOD.]
"But, first you
must go and find
the turkeys......
ALRIGHT?"

(Honk!)
(Sniff.)
"YES,
MY LORD!
I'LL FIND THEM!
I PROMISE!"

[GENTLE NOD.]
[GENTLE VOICE.]
"Take Thomispheratino
with you; it is always
best to have a buddy,
when you are trying to
find something.."

"YES, my LORD!
YES!
I'LL DO THAT!
DON'T WORRY!
WE'LL FIND 'em!"

[GENTLE NOD.]
[GLANCE OVER TO
HIS LEFT, AT THE
FATHER.]

[GRUFF SHAKE OF
THE HEAD.]
[MUMBLE, RATHER
GRUFFLY.]

[GENTLY CHIDING
VOICE.]
"Alright,
My Samsonarino.
You may GO,
now."

(Wiping damp,
rumpled purple velvet
towel all over plump,
angelic face.)
"THANK YOU,
my LORD!
THANK YOU!
I PROMISE!
I'LL HAVE 'EM BACK,
IN A JIFFY! YOU'LL
SEE!"
(Clumsily stand up,
dropping purple velvet
towel, and slipping on
the purple velvet kneeling cushion.)
(Halo falls to the Gold
Floor, and clatters onto
the Gold Tiles.)
(Clumsily grab both
the purple velvet hand
towel, and the heavy,
awkwardly-placed halo.)
"...me and THOMISPHERATINO
WILL FIND 'EM!
YOU'LL SEE!
THEN YOU CAN SEND
ME ONTO MY NEXT
ASSIGNMENT! AND,
I BET IT'LL BE A
DOOZIE!"

[GENTLY PATIENT SIGH.]

[GRUFFLY IMPATIENT
SIGH.]

(Bow, rather clumsily.)
(Back away, holding
onto the clumsily-set
halo, and then clumsily
splish-splash rather
noisily, back across
the Flowing-
River-Of-Life.)
(Shout down the Long
Golden Passage-Way,
leading out of the Throne
Room.)
"HEY!
THOMISPHERATINO?
CAN YOU COME WITH
ME FOR A MINUTE?
THE FATHER SAYS IT'S OKAY!
THE LORD
SAYS IT'S OKAY, TOO!
IT'LL JUST TAKE
A MINUTE! I PROMISE!"

[GENTLE SIGH.]
"Father.....this
is going to be a
long Holiday Season..."

[GRUFF SIGH.]

[GENTLE PAUSE.]
"Father?"

[GRUFF BARK.]
"WHAT?"

[GENTLE VOICE.]
"We forgot....
to ask Samsonarino...
what the GOOD news...
was."

[GRUFF VOICE.]
"Oy vey z' mir."
********************
I
and
the
Father
are
One.
[John 10:30]



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