How Thin the Veil

Introduction It was dark in the chapel. Very dark and very cold. Robin moved slowly down the center aisle, her hand briefly touching the back of each pew she passed, until she reached the final one; the one directly in front of the Reserved Sacrament—the Body of Christ. Robin genuflected and slid onto the bench. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.” Do you walk the halls of this place, Mother Mary? Robin wondered. Rolling and lifting a walker…rolling and lifting…rolling and lifting? Or are you “damned near scoot-bound” as the old man in apartment 301 complained? Or perhaps you’re like my own mother, still new to all this? Too proud to believe you can no longer stand and walk without help, so you simply fall…and fall again. Robin sighed. Sobbed. Somehow she knew that this prayer, at least, was heard. Chapter One “The Blessed Virgin rarely appears anymore. It’s such a big deal, you know, because of the media. Always turns into a circus.” The young man sat down beside Robin. He touched her folded hands. “She asked me to come.” Normally, Robin would have been annoyed. She sought out empty churches for her prayers. She considered other parishioners a distraction, really. However, this young man seemed so painfully shy, so out of place, that she welcomed him. She felt as though she had known him for a very long time; or very long ago; or perhaps in a dream. And yet, words failed her. She smiled and continued her prayers. “Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of mercy—our life, our sweetness, and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve—” “Robin,” the stranger whispered, “I am Gabriel.” “The angel?” “Well, archangel, actually. But yes, the one you’re thinking of.” Robin thought this was quite a thing. No sooner had she settled her poor mother into an assisted living facility for patients with dementia than she should lose her own mind. At least she had no qualms about using a walker. She found them rather interesting, really, with all their handy access¬ories. Given enough time, she thought, man might have evolved into them naturally. “I’m honored to make your acquaintance, Archangel,” she said steadily. “You’re disappointed, I can tell. Everyone is. They want wings.” But Robin was not disappointed at all. This was her first vision, and she found it fascinating. How thin the veil between this life and the next. Gabriel went on, “I have them, of course. Wings. But they tend to frighten people, and they make sitting difficult. I could show them to you, if you insist.” Robin was smitten by this generous creature. “Not at all,” she replied, “though I must say, I hope they’re red.” Gabriel grinned. “Red? I would have thought snow white!” “Once,” Robin explained, “I saw a picture of angels with wings of indigo blue, forest green, and gold. But the most beautiful were red.” “Imagine that,” said the archangel. “Red!” He smiled to himself. “Excuse me, sir, but did you say Our Lady sent you?” “Oh, yes! Yes! As I explained, she avoids showing up herself. Big brou-ha. But as you might imagine, we’re very close; ever since the annun¬ciation thing—” Robin stared in wonder. “I have often pondered that moment. I try to imagine how Mary must have felt. I daresay you showed up fully-winged that time!” Gabriel blushed. “To be honest, I have a difficult time recalling the details. It’s strange—everyone pictures how frightened the Blessed Virgin was, how awe-struck; but I was the one entranced. There I was, sent to tell a little child, really, that she was to become a mother! “And not just any mother—the Theotokos, the God-Bearer…Imagine! A small girl held the fate of mankind! Even now, when she and I speak of it, I tremble. And she just laughs; and her laughter is like the sound of clear water flowing over rocks.” He looked shy again. “Not once did that gentle creature lose heart. That is what she wants me to tell you, Robin. Hold on. You’re not alone. (Oh, and get the walker for your mom; and some sensible shoes).” Robin turned to thank him; but he was gone.