There are all manner of angels that specialize. SENSE and NONSENSE are two from this special category. They teach while cheering us up…something of a rare combination.

Suddenly two angels came strolling down the path near the pool (in heaven). They looked like young men of about twenty-five years of age. One had brown hair and wore a brown robe. The other had blond hair and wore a blond robe. There was something comical about them. But I did not know why I felt this way. Salt and pepper came to mind when I looked at them. They were laughing and talking.

“Hello,” I said. “Who are you?”

“Sense,” bowed the angel in the brown robe.

“Nonsense,” bowed the angel in the blond.

“What?” I laughed. “God is not into nonsense.”

“Oh, yes,” said Nonsense. “There is more understood by the spirit than the mind.”(1)

“And much that the mind is given to comprehend as true,” Sense added. (2)

“That reminds me of a song,” said Nonsense.

“Oh, dear,” said Sense.

“We will sing it for you,” added Nonsense.

“We will?” asked Sense.

“Why not?” replied Nonsense. “You always like my songs.”

“I do?” Sense asked incredulously.

“They certainly are better than yours,” Nonsense quipped. “Yours sound like math problems.”

Sense roared with laughter. “All right, all right,” he said. “You start it.”

Nonsense sang:

What is it like to live above?

What is it like above?

Walk blind you see, walk deaf you hear,

That’s what it’s like above, above.

That’s what it’s like above. (3)

There was a long pause. “Is that it?” Sense asked.

“Well, I’m not singing an aria here,” Nonsense answered. “That is it.”

There was another long pause. “I like it,” Sense said wholeheartedly.

“Thank you,” Nonsense said begrudgingly. “Shall we sing it together?”

“Very well,” Sense nodded. “Would you like to join us, Anna?”

“If I can remember it,” I said.

“Just jump in when you can,” Nonsense added. Nonsense began to sing the song again. We joined in when we could.

When the song ended, Nonsense asked, “Shall we sing it again?”

Laughing, Sense and I said, “By all means.” Sense continued, “Come, Anna, we will walk with you down the path.”

We began to walk and sing the song again. We sang it again and again and again. The more we walked and sang, the funnier everything seemed. We all began to laugh uproariously. In fact, we laughed so much that we could hardly stand. At times we had to hang on to one another just to remain upright.

“Your songs are better than I remembered,” roared Sense.

We almost fell down laughing because the song was true, but absolute nonsense. We walked and sang and laughed until we neared a large verdant garden, the entrance to which was guarded by two enormous cherubim.

“We leave you here,” said Sense.

I wanted to ask, “Where?” But before I could ask, Nonsense said, “Whenever you need a little traveling music, just let us know.” They bowed laughing and were gone.

*Notes will be explained in the Teaching Archives.                                                          January 2015 Teaching Archives – Angels That Make Us Laugh