There are some true believers, of course. A Creighton University Jesuit named Father Francis Deglman used to fascinate me and other students with his recital of encounters with his personal angel. He carried on a spirited discourse with this being--argued even, and complained.
His most dramatic episode occurred early one morning when he was awakened from sleep.
"Francis, get up!"
Father Deglman glanced at his alarm clock. "It's 3 in the morning," he managed to object. But he arose. The guardian angel instructed him to turn on the light. Reluctantly he fumbled for the wall switch.
"Now turn it off. And get back to bed."
Deglman shook his head, plunged the room into darkness again, and crept beneath the solo blanket, still wondering what this was all about.
The next morning a student came to see him.
"Father," he began, "last night I was thinking of taking my life. I tried to get into the campus church but it was locked. It had to be about 3 o'clock. I sat on the wall outside the Jesuit residence, certain that God didn't care if I lived or died. Then I said, 'If there is a God, let a light go on in that building.' I looked back up and your light was on." *
The light is always there for us. All we have to do is ask for it.
* As published in U.S. Catholic magazine.