The Older We Get

 I tend to think of myself as living on borrowed time.  But then I keep saying I’ll live to see the Messiah arrive.  Of course, I can’t prove this.  I don’t even try.  But maybe my proof is that at almost being three quarters of a century old, I am still here.  I am alive only by the grace of God.  Most anyone can say this about themselves, but for all practical purposes, I really shouldn’t be here.  

Two doctors, both of whom  are some of the best in their fields, saved my life each time.  And if we go back to 32 years ago, my Angels prevented me from taking my life then.  What if there had been no Angels?  I’m not sure I’d be here today.  It’s just that it is my personal belief my Angels will do anything to keep me alive.  

But am I THAT important?  My thinking about this is, no, I don’t believe I am.  My Angels gave a theology that applies to anyone who listens to me.  All God cares about is Human Life.  I say He will ask everyone one question:  Have you ever INTENTIONALLY taken a Human Life?  That’s it.  

I have been told it can’t be that simple.  The problem adults have with God is that we tend to make Him just too damn complicated.  We build our lists of things we should or should not do.  I live to keep God simple.  My Angels changed my theology, which is why I do not belong to a religion or a religious group.  In that regard I am more of a Buddhist following my own path.  I am my own confessor and my Angels are my guides.  They are my counselors.  

I talk with my Angels daily.  Some might suggest that maybe I am now part Angel, but I don’t go that far.  I am very human.  I tell my Angels what needs to be done and I simply let them work.  I live a pretty simple life on purpose.  I let God and Angels guide people in my life.  I ask my Angels to give them guidance when it comes to my care.  I can’t teach this.  In fact my Angels left me with nothing I can market.  My Angels are NOT Capitalistic.  

I knew this 32 years ago.  And I have grown in the stature and wisdom of Angels although I insist I am very human.  I await the Messiah along with the rest of the world.  Regardless of what others might believe the Messiah has not yet come.  But that leaves me with a question:  What is to become of me AFTER He arrives?  I have no idea.  I have a two-fold task right now.  I am to proclaim His coming and I know HOW He will judge the world.  When He comes I see my task as finished.  Then what?

I can’t answer this question.  I often wish I could.  I just don’t know.  I have made many guesses, but everyone guesses about life.  Beliefs are guesses passed on to us from others.  Guesses are a matter of faith and hope.  Life is nothing more than one guess after another.  Some guesses are educated guesses based solely on facts, but in this day and age no one agrees on the facts.  

My Angels are NOT guesses to me.  They are my only constant in life and living.  But since I am not God and don’t know all things I can guess based on what I know.  I can state facts but beliefs in what I say are up to the heater.  Jesus said often, let those with ears hear.  I am but a Messenger with a Message and my facts are few.  I do what I do and let Angels do the rest.  

It’s why I smoke a pipe.  I have to relax in a very uncertain world.  A pipe helps me do this.  It is the only real hobby I have.  My pipe this morning is my Savinelli St. Nicholas pipe with some Proper English by Peter Stokkebye.  Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen