do I lift up
Time: Right now.
Place: Inside the Heavenly Throne
Characters: The Elohim [Father]
and [Jesus]; a Daily Prayer Mail Angel, Angel Snoot'kah,
and Angel Guardi'simo, a Throne Room Guard-Angel.
The Father sighs, and
shakes His head: frowning down
on Earth, and gazing intently.
"My daughter prays......so very little."
Jesus looks up at the Door of the
Throne Room, and beckons an angel
inside, before He turns to His left
"FATHER.......her friends have just had so many troubles.....recently....
that she thinks that You just don't
The Father beckons, also, rather
impatiently, at the angel floating
hesitantly at the Door Step.
"Then WHY is she always shouting
sarcastic remarks.....to the CEILING?"
Jesus again beckons the little angel
before speaking once more, patiently; this particular angel is extremely shy and awkward. His name is Snoot'kah.
she thinks that....since You don't
really EXIST, then she's not really
being sarcastic to ANYBODY."
Jesus chuckles softly; He watches
Snoot'kah's chubby pink bare feet
padding pit-pat-pit-pat over the
golden tile floor. Snoot'kah is
still wearing his wing-travel-pads,
and halo-helmet: Snoot'kah has
many fears of flying, particularly of
traveling to Earth; most of the other
angels do not bother with all the
she figures that she's just talking
The Father watches Snoot'kah
remove his stuffed back-pack,
and toss it down before kneeling down on one of the big velvet kneeling-cushions. The back-pack
is filled to the brim with Orange
Crush bottles, little packets of
Cheese Doddles, mini-pretzels, and
cinnamon flavored candies. Somewhere inside, The Father knows, are several crinkled, smashed and damp Prayer-Papers.
"She is talking.......to ME."
Jesus nods quietly to Snoot'kah,
who opens up his brightly colored,
Angry-Bird back-pack, and starts
pulling out all the contents with
frustrated impatience: searching, squinty-eyed, for the little prayer-papers. The papers
are damp from being smushed against the sweating Orange Crush
bottles; the flight from Earth
back into the Three Layers of Heaven always create a great deal
of moisture inside Snoot'kah's stuffed back-pack.
"Well, Father.....it appears that
she has made some prayer-requests
Jesus nods toward Snoot'kah,
"See, Father? Our daughter
has sent up some PRAYERS....
The Father sighs.
Read the prayers to Us!"
Snoot'kah shouts back, really loudly. His ears always get clogged after his flight back from Earth, and the only thing that helps is to jump up and down on one chubby bare foot and shaking his little curly head. Snoot'kah is afraid to do that in the Throne Room, and can't wait till he is out in the Hallway so he can jump up
and down; also, out in the Hallway
are a row of candy, chips, sandwich, and soda machines.
Snoot'kah carefully opens the first
damp prayer-paper. Several Cheese
Doodle crumbs fall out of the creases in the paper. Snoot'kah,
before he begins to read, cups the
wayward crumbs and pushes them
underneath the big velvet kneeling-
The Father gives a deep sigh.
Snoot'kah shouts, even more loudly;
he can't seem to hear a thing right now; he pauses a moment to awkwardly stick a chubby forefinger into his bright-red, sun-burnt left ear and moves it around, but it doesn't seem to do any good. He
looks up, and shouts again.
"HERE IS THE PRAYER,
Jesus sighs patiently. He nods
"Yes, Angel Snoot'kah'lah,
please go on."
Snoot'kah holds up the wrinkled,
Cheese Doodle-dotted, damp paper
and squints fiercely with his little
cherub-shaped plump mouth wide open in concentration; the Prayer Paper is written in Western-Earth-Language, and Snoot'kah only got a C- in his last World Languages Course.
[PATIENT ELOHIM'IC SILENCE.]
Snoot'kah squints even more
fiercely at the crumpled-up paper:
his big brown eyes moving back and
forth across the paper, and his little
cherub lips opening and closing silently, with each letter and syllable.
"Uh........eh, it SAYS....THAT......!"
Jesus patiently beckons to the Guard Angel who just came in from
his fifteen-minute break.
"Angel Guardi'simo, please go over and help Angel Snoot'kah."
"YES, MY LORD!"
Guardi'simo, who has to speak
different Earth languages because
of his job, marches solemnly over to the row of Kneeling Cushions, sets
down his Guard Sword, and squats
down beside Angel Snoot'kah.
The two angelic heads, one big and
brawny, and alighted with a huge armor-halo, and the other small and curly, and covered by a padded halo-helmet, bob up and down for several long moments: the big angel
pointing and whispering Anglelic-Tongue words, and the little
angel whispering back, really loudly.
The big angel pulls out an ink pen
from one of his many armor-pockets,
and leans over to write slowly on the crinkled, crumpled Prayer-Paper. The much smaller angel, cherub mouth wide open in concentration:
watching, and reading, and nodding.
Finally, The Father commands.
READ it to US!"
Snoot'kah looks up rather anxiously
at the Guard Angel. Angel Guardi'simo nods kindly, and encouragingly to the little angel; then he stands up, gathers up his Sword, and marches solemnly back to his post.
Snoot'kah looks back, rather anxiously, over his padded-winged
shoulder, at the departing Guard
Angel. Then he turns his curly head
back to the Thrones: his padded halo-helmet making little scratchy
Little Snoot'kah, with his chubby
forefinger sliding beneath each
underlined, written-over Earth-word,
begins to speak, and then shout
"WELL! IT SAYS.....THAT.....
PLEASE DELETE MY LAST PRAYER!
I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE!
Jesus finally speaks.
"Please read the other........Prayer-Paper.......,
Snoot'kah squirms rather anxiously
on his kneeling-cushion, and looks up:
big brown angelic eyes open wide.
ask Angel Guardi'simo....to come BACK, PLEASE?"
The Father sighs, and beckons
once more to the Guard Angel. Then
He gruffly speaks.
Why are you SHOUTING?"
"Oh! It's my EARS......, FATHER!
THEY'RE ALL STUFFED UP!
It happens....EVERYTIME I GO TO
Guardi'simo, who has set down
his sword again beside Snoot'kah's
kneeling pillow, interrupts.
Can I HELP?"
Jesus nods patiently.
"YES, MY LORD!"
Guardi'simo stands at command,
and then bends over to pick up
the little angel, and turn him over,
upside down, and give Snoot'kah
a gentle shake.
The Prayer-Paper floats down to the Golden Tile floor, and on top of
a pile of miniature potato-chip
bags, lying beside the rumpled
Jesus sighs, and then leans toward
the Other Throne, speaking in
"Do You think......
We should cancel the Four O'clock
Staff Meeting with the Holy Spirit?"
The Father shakes His head:
He is always late, anyway."
of my life;
[Psalms 27: 1]