The Messenger of the Lord

Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

As the mist dissipating, I saw familiar objects appearing in front of my eyes: my drawing table and my art supplies. We had returned right back into my bedroom. Finally, I was at home, in my beloved Munich.

"Hah, we're back!" I expressed with happiness.

How much time had passed? I tried to do the mental math of the number of days that my trip with the Angel had lasted ...one, two, three... four. I had an urgent need to ask the angel. He had assured me that we would return in time for the delivery of the drawing. But I still felt the need to know the date.

"Only a few minutes have passed since the last time we were here," the Angel said calmly, after realizing my anguish, "it will soon bedawn, and it will be time to deliver your drawing," he smiled at the end.

I put all my attention on "The Messenger of the Lord." His expression was what he had longed for so much. The satisfaction for my achievement and the gratitude to the angel were indescribable.

"Today will be the Christmas Eve ...at last," I expressed happily as I walked towards the window, "the day of the concert has arrived."

The street below was covered in snow, everything was still the same. The clearing of the horizon announced the new dawn. I went back to my table and sat down. I wanted to remember the experiences of the trip. Howmuch I had learned, how many things we had helped to solve, how many lives we had improved, how much I had learned in this fantastic adventure.

"Will I be able to see my friends again? Will we travel again?" I asked feeling excited about the idea.

"That is your mission, to travel the world teaching and helping the children. You will certainly see them again."

A life destined to help others and to see my friends again. My face was smiling, and my heart was celebrating when listening to the angel.

The Angel proceeded to tell me about the skills he had helped awakened and with his helpit should be used to help others. The possibility of having an artistic career and being able to help people with my skills was very interesting.

"The beauty shown with your art is the instrument that God uses to put the beauty in their hearts. Beauty is the best way to show the love that God has for everybody. Beauty calms the spirit and favors peace through harmony. Always keep in mind that you are a messenger of the creation beauty and being able to show it to everyone, is a honor and a blessing. Neverfail to show the kindness and harmony that cause peace and justice through your art. Your love for people and your desire to help is perfected in your art. Keep your intention on this and let the light of the God illuminates everyone through you," he said, and as he did so a light was coming out of his mouth.

I felt as if his words were a message as I was a chosen one. Obviously, that is the way it was, his presence and everything he had done since his arrival

proved it without a doubt. But now I felt that it gave me some authority because of my ability to decide my actions.

The street woke up to life. The transit ofcheerful carriages and pedestrians reflected the holidays. I also heard the voices of my father, my mother and my sister and the familiarsounds of my house. My mother knocked on my door and her sweet voice made me feel truly at home.

"Anthony, wake up!"

"Come in mother, I'm awake!"

"Good morning son, how are you? Did you rest? You were not drawing until very late, right?" she said and walked to my drawing table, "Anthony! ... How did you do it? The drawing ... you changed it ... it looks different,"