I am driving. My children, Joey and Maria, who are 7 and 4, are in the back seat. They are talking about Luke, a neighbor boy who has had no religious training to speak of, and whom they are instructing in the truths of the Faith.
Joey: I told Luke that the best thing about living in this world is that though you can’t see God or the angels, you can feel them.
Maria (matter of factly): I see angels.
Joey: Well, I did see those two angels the other day; they looked like flickering lights.
Maria: I see angels whenever I think about them.