At every Mass, right before the bells ring, the whole church sings, “Holy, Holy, Holy.” Most of us have said it so many times that we barely think about what we are actually doing. But we are not singing it alone. In the Book of Revelation, Saint John is given a glimpse of Heaven. He sees the throne of God and the heavenly beings before Him crying out day and night without rest: Holy, Holy, Holy. That song has never stopped. And at every Mass, we join it. Tomorrow the Church celebrates three of the angels by name. Michael, who stood against Satan when he rebelled against God. Gabriel, who came to a young girl in Nazareth with the message that changed the course of human history. Raphael, who walked beside Tobiah on a long and dangerous road, protected him, and brought healing to his family. Scripture never treated angels as decoration. They fight. They carry the words of God. They guard. They guide. They heal. Our grandparents understood this. Saint Michael medals pinned inside coats. Guardian angel pictures hanging over children’s beds. Holy cards tucked into missals until the edges wore soft from years of use. They believed the spiritual world was real because the Church told them it was. The world stopped believing a lot of things since then. The Church did not. And you have a guardian angel. Not as a sweet story we tell children. The Catholic Church actually teaches that from the beginning of our lives until death, we are surrounded by the watchful care and intercession of the angels. So tomorrow when I walk into Mass and we get to the Holy, Holy, Holy, I am going to think about who else is worshiping with us. The saints. The angels. The entire Church in Heaven. Think about that the next time you are standing in a quiet little parish thinking it is just the people sitting in the pews around you. You have never once worshiped alone. Saint Michael, Saint Gabriel, and Saint Raphael, pray for us. 🙏😇