Talking Like Someone You Care For

In the Arms of the Angel
By Sarah Mclachlan

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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance

For the break that will make it ok

There's always some reason to feel not good enough

And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction oh beautiful release

Memories seep from my veins

They may be empty and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel fly away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort ther

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn

There's vultures and thieves at your back

The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies

That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference, escaping one last time

It's easier to believe

In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness

That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel far away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here.

Talking-- we do so much. We talk on the phone; we talk together; we talk on the internet; we blog; we write and then write some more. But through all this talk there are some important things for me-- I've been thinking about this, and it's plainly, 'talk to me like I'm someone you care for, talk to me like I'm someone you love.' Everything else is noise. This experience of talk, talking like we're someone loved, cared for, infuses even the most mean spirited exchange with a greater level of respect and self-respect. It is centering for both parties. It is deeply loving, deeply healing.

Many of us as children had experiences in our families where we did not experience the wonder of this type of talk. Ordered around and imposed upon, we did not often receive messages from our parents, about our value and self-worth from they, who then loved us most. If it had transpired differently, many of us would have been the recipients of  a most wonderful and valuable message: we might have experienced the connection of our self-worth and a connection to our parent. Instead the words were often wounding, often alienating. They were lecturing.

Now as adults we may consciously choose. With our free will intact, simply I ask, "talk to me like I'm someone you care for deeply, like I'm someone you love." In this thing we call a 'relationship,' how are we going to treat each other from this day forward? I have a thought that each one of us deserves to be treated lovingly, despite it all.

"There is no fear in love." 1John 4:18

Angels Call Her Name

She Talks To Angels

by the Black Crowes

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Oh, yeah, she talks to angels

After you meet her family

She paints her eyes as black as night now

Pulls those shades down tight

Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes

The pain gonna make everything alright

Refrain:

She says she talks to angels

Says they call her out by her name

Oh, yeah, she talks to angels

Says they call her out by her name...

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket

She wears a cross around her neck

Yes, the hair is from a little boy

And the cross is from someone

she has not met

Not yet 

 

Says she talks to angels 

Says they all know her name

Oh yeah, she talks to angels

Says they call her out by her name

She don't know no love

None that I ever seen

And to her that ain't nothin'

But to me,it means

Means everything

...Don't you know that they

Call her out by her name?

Today in certain circles there is a fascination with angels, and honestly I don't get it. While in the Torah angels are mentioned frequently and easily, they are traditionally messengers of either divine or human, terrestrial origins. In the Christian scriptures, they perform pretty much the same function. In other words, they are    G-d's messengers. Now if you're going to get into a thing with    these little messengers, it seems to me that there must be the development of a whole lot of faith.
Faith, plain and simple, it needs to be. Frankly who else but a faithful person would take heed of a little voice stirring in the ear, in the heart, tugging ever so much that something be done, that something would occur? Many of us would say, "Outta here! Get out whatever you are, and what ever you got to say...!" Without faith, why pay attention to the little messengers at all?

The Bible tells us they are G-d's persistent assistants; their activity continues, unceasing. But never do they force themselves. If your ears are closed, so be it. Closed it is; they move on. There are lots of other messages to deliver. It seems according to tradition, that for those who are listening, an angel's presence lasts little longer than the time it takes to deliver their message, be it seconds, days, or years, and then they are gone.

Psalm 8:5-7 speaks to us a bit more about them in the day to day existence of men:

"What is man, that you are mindful of him? Or the son of man, that you visit him? You have made him a little less than the angels, you have crowned him with glory and honor. And you have set him over the works of your hands."