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A short excerpt from For Want of Wonders

Alan Wherry


In school they taught us about guardian angels. God is a busy guy, they more or less said. He can't hear all the prayers that are sent his way. The smart Christian should also pray to a few saints. Going travelling, pray to Christopher. Lost something, Anthony will help. Or maybe your namesake is a good route to take — if your name is George, Saint George will look after you if he isn't too busy with dragons and such. A sure bet is to send a prayer to the Virgin Mary — another tip they told us. I suppose the thinking was that Jesus will always listen to his mother and she has the time to listen to you. 

All this is not much different than Indians asking Shri Ganesha to remove the obstacles, Hanuman to quicken the journey or Shri Lakshmi to loosen the purse strings. There are different department for different kinds of requests.

Heaven is a busy place — so many Christians with so much to talk about — so many problems offered, so many solutions needed. If you've got a problem, you don't want to always get a busy signal or to be put on hold. "All our representatives are busy right now, we will be with you as soon as we can." So they had a good solution to deal with this backlog: guardian angels. Each person, every God-loving Christian boy and girl, had their own personalized angel, a guardian to monitor the situation daily, hourly if need be, on call, on the watch, making sure the road was smooth, no pitfalls, no pot-holes, ready to change a tire or redirect traffic.

I don't think I had a guardian angel. It's more likely I had many. There were a series of people who took me into their care, under their wings of protection. They guided me until it was time for me to move on. My mother was the first. She introduced me to this strange world. She held my hand and explained its workings. Patel and Sharma played their parts as well, with a gentle guiding wisdom. While my school teachers set limits, Sat showed me the tricks. If a teacher said, "Here is a fence," Sat showed me how to jump.

Rusty was now my new guardian. He saw in me both a friend and a brother. He watched out for me, showed me the ropes, as he called it. I decided that the best way to repay him was to look after for him as well. Angels also need help sometimes.