God has not made all the angels alike. We know from the Scriptures that
there are distinctions which we do not exactly understand. Some are
angels, others archangels, others dominations, virtues, etc. St. Jerome
writes, “Among the invisible creatures there is a manifold and an
indefinite diversity.” It is natural to suppose that not only did God
exert His omnipotence in the production of myriads of beautiful spirits,
not only did He make them the most perfect of their kind for the purpose
for which they were intended, but that He also diversified them. God
almighty not only gave these intellectual beings existence, but He also
gave them a knowledge by which, with their own intelligence, they could
rise to a most exalted contemplation of His infinity. What glory do not
these intelligent beings bring to God’s throne! What beautiful homage do
they not pour forth in His presence! What exultation there must be in
their study of God, constantly discovering something new and unnoticed,
going deeper and deeper into the depths of the wonders of God! Let us also
rejoice with the angels, and love to study the adorable perfections of
God: let us be fond of reading of and hearing about God.
Prayer.
O angel of God, etc., etc.
Fifth Day.
The angels speak to one another, and their conversation is concerning holy
things. The Scriptures tell us that the seraphim cry “one to another,
Holy, holy, holy, the Lord God of hosts.”—Isa. vi. 3. The angels also
speak to God in prayer and adoration; they praise His power, they extol
His majesty, they beseech His clemency, they consult His wisdom. And they
can also speak to men, as the archangel Gabriel did to Mary. Faber tells
us, in wonderful words, what he thought of the power of the angels: “Cast
your eye over that outspread ocean, whose shores lie so faintly and far
off in the almost infinite distance. It gleams like restless silver,
quivering with life, and yet such multitudinous life! It flashes the light
with intolerable magnificence. Its unity is numberless, its life is purest
light. Into the bosom of its vastness the glory of God shines down, and
the universe is illuminated with its refulgence. It is an ocean of life.
Who can count the sum of being that is there? Who but God can fathom its
unsearchable caverns? What created eye but is dazzled with the blazing
splendor of its capacious surface? Grand storms of voiceless praise hang
over it forever, whose very silence thrills the soul of the human saints.”
Prayer.
O angel of God, etc., etc.
Sixth Day.
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