St. Michael and Willy Wonka
Having taken the religious name of Seraphim, I tend to get a little upset over the contemporary trend to wimpifying the Angels. Perhaps when the devil ceases to be a concern, it's not too surprising that the Angels cease to be great forces for good but instead become faint shadows of their glory, just look at the entire Seraphim Angels line of statues for example.
If Angels really looked like that, Gabriel wouldn't have told Mary to "Be not afraid" but instead "Here, have a hug". But, I have to admit that seeing the Chocolate Angels produced by Sarris Candies really got my ire going. This is the description from the box of the "origin" of Chocolate Angels -
It must have been divine intervention.
Humming an aria as soft and sweet as the confections he was creating, Michael gently stirred the sweetened vanilla cream. Delicately he dipped into the whipped white peaks, dropping dollops of whisper-light clouds onto the cool marble, and then covering them in pure milk chocolate.
Suddenly a faint fluttering caught his ear. Michael looked upward to see fresh pecans drifiting downward as if guided by unseen gossamer wings...
Agh! Apparently the war against evil has died down enough so that St. Michael can retire and make candy.
Bring back the real Angels with armor and swords beating up dragons and the bad guys. That's what I want for Christmas.
If Angels really looked like that, Gabriel wouldn't have told Mary to "Be not afraid" but instead "Here, have a hug". But, I have to admit that seeing the Chocolate Angels produced by Sarris Candies really got my ire going. This is the description from the box of the "origin" of Chocolate Angels -
It must have been divine intervention.
Humming an aria as soft and sweet as the confections he was creating, Michael gently stirred the sweetened vanilla cream. Delicately he dipped into the whipped white peaks, dropping dollops of whisper-light clouds onto the cool marble, and then covering them in pure milk chocolate.
Suddenly a faint fluttering caught his ear. Michael looked upward to see fresh pecans drifiting downward as if guided by unseen gossamer wings...
Agh! Apparently the war against evil has died down enough so that St. Michael can retire and make candy.
Bring back the real Angels with armor and swords beating up dragons and the bad guys. That's what I want for Christmas.
posted by Fr. Seraphim Beshoner, TOR | 10:12 AM
2 Comments:
Seraphim...now I was wondering how you came to be called that. So your chose it? How does that work?
Enjoying your posts. Keep it up.
Each religious community has its own rules regarding the taking of religious names - some pick them for you, some don't allow name changes at all. I was the last one to be permitted a name change and took Seraphim both because of the angel and also because of St. Seraphim of Sarov, an Orthodox saint often compared with St. Francis and popular with John Paul II.
Sometimes I tell people my name really based upon the seraph serpents of the Old Testament - when I'm feeling impish.
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