‘Reverence’ is a funny word. Especially since “funny words” have often been, in multiple religions, dangerously close to the profane. But in our UU faith, where questioning is part of our DNA, and parody and homage can be a route to understanding, how do we find our way back to reverence? Angels have been enforcers of reverence , they have been consolation in the darkest times, and they have been Statler and Waldorf on our frailties. How can they guide us back to the holy in all its form and splendor?