"Profanity!"
First raised his eyes, "Did something sting you, kid?" This is a temporary building, built too hastily, and from time to time there are still things mixed in, usually groups of little ghosts who are almost completely invisible .It's not harmful, but if bitten by it, I still have a small bag, which makes my "self" itchy.
"Well...you'd have to see it to believe it—here, I'm rewinding the Almighty X-ray a little bit."
"There are so many things I can believe in, boy, you can't think of them." Having said that, Digby's superior still diverted some of his attention.Three mortals - recognizably human, a man and two women - are contemplating eternity.Nothing to blame, "Huh?"
"You heard what she said!'—'Ha!"
"so what?"
"'So what?' Oh, for God's sake!"
"It's probably because of his old man." Digby's halo trembled, "Foster, you must not have looked at it! The Archangel she mentioned is the guy who is not a few years older than the juvenile delinquent. He's the one with the strikeouts. Take a closer look."
Foster zoomed in on the image a bit and saw that the trainee angel was right.But he noticed something else at the same time, so, with an angelic smile on his angelic face, "How do you know he isn't, kid?"
"what?"
"I haven't seen Michael at the club lately, and the Millennium Tour has canceled his name - it's a sign that he's probably off on a business trip. In our circle, no one is solipsistic. More enthusiastic than Michael."
"Such a statement is simply blasphemy!"
"Many of Big Boss's best ideas are called 'blasphemy' by the rest of the department. You'd be surprised to know how many there are—wait, maybe not, that's the kind of work you do down there. Then again, 'blasphemy' is simply an invalid concept; it has no theological meaning. 'To the pure all things are pure.'”
"But--"
"I'm not done witnessing, boy. The truth is, at this microsecond, our brother Michael doesn't seem to be around—I say 'seems' because I haven't paid much attention to his whereabouts, we're not there On the same roster. Besides, the tattooed lady who pronounced that oracle doesn't look like she's going to get it wrong; she's a divine mortal herself."
"Who said this?"
"I said it. I know." First smiled with the sweetness of an angel again.Dear little Patricia!In spite of her age she had not lost her profane charm, and there was a gleam in her that shone like a stained-glass window.Forster discovers that after he saw Patricia for the last time, George has completed the great work dedicated to him (forster, of course, at this time does not feel any worldly pride) although he is now aloof, he still I feel that the painting of him being called to heaven by God is not bad, it is not bad.He must go and congratulate George, and tell him that he saw Patricia.Mmm, where's George?He remembered that George should be an innovative artist in the Universe Design Department, directly under the Construction Department—it doesn't matter, the Heavenly Kingdom Archives can dig him out in the blink of an eye, not a thousand years.
Oh, Patricia, what a delicious little duck, and such a surge of divine passion!If only she had been a little more confident and a little less humble, he would have made her a priestess.But Patricia's need to accept God as she was was so strong that she had to be a believer...and she wasn't needed there.First would have scanned forward to see what she had been like, but with angelic self-control dismissed the idea; there was still work to be done—
"Forget the all-powerful X-ray, boy. I need to speak to you." Digby obeyed and waited.First brushed off his own halo, he always had this annoying habit when he was meditating, "Boy, until now, you are still not very angelic."
"Sorry."
"There's no place in eternity for being sorry. But the truth is, you're paying too much attention to that young man who may or may not be Brother Michael. Now, listen carefully: first, what instrument was used to call you back from the pastoral area, this You are not qualified to adjudicate; secondly, it is not him who tormented you—you don’t know him at all, and what makes you feel at ease is your former little black-haired secretary. Before you were recruited, she won my kiss, more than You have secular hours in the morning, don't you?"
"I'm still testing her."
"Then now, no doubt, your heart is filled with angelic delight, for you must have noticed that Archbishop Short himself tested her thoroughly—oh, thoroughly; I told you he could do it. She passed Now, she is enjoying a wider range of happiness, which is what she deserves. Well, a shepherd should take pleasure in his work... When he gets a promotion, he should also find happiness in his promotion. By the way, Coincidentally, there is a vacancy in a new department we just established, intern guardian angel. Given your nominal rank, that position is a bit lower, I admit, but it is also a good angel experience. This The planet—well, let’s just call it a planet—is populated with three legs, not two legs, and according to high-level sources, even Don Juan himself couldn’t enjoy any of the three-legged bodies. To earthly pleasures... That's not conjecture; they borrowed him for the test. He screamed and prayed that his own hell cell was better than that, and he'd have to be sent back. "
"Send me to that ghostly place? You are afraid that I will interfere with the next thing!"
"Tut, tut! You can't interfere at all--the only impossibility in this place where everything is possible. I tried to explain it to you when you came. But don't let my words stop you; in this Land of eternity, experimentation is always allowed. Instructions given to you include a jump paragraph, you can come back at any time, check this place at this time, without losing your worldliness on the three-legged planet. Spread your wings now , let’s get started. I still have work to do.” After finishing speaking, First continued to do the work he had just interrupted.What work?Oh, yes, a wretch, tentatively named "Agnes Douglas."Motivating people is hard work, but she has been dedicated and relentless.Now that her mission was done, she needed to rest, to recover from the weariness that battle inevitably entailed... she was sure to be kicking and screaming, oozing pus from every hole in her body.
Oh, she needs an exorcism after such a hard job!But all work is hard and nothing else is possible. "Agnes Douglas" is a very reliable field agent; she can handle any awkward assignment.So long as the nature of the task is generally pure, she will be able to carry it out, whether at the stake or in a monastery.
He wasn't personally interested in purity, but he had professional respect for any job well done.First stole a last glance at Mrs. Pivinsky.This is a work partner he admires.Sweet little Patricia!God bless her, what a passion she is—
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