pardon me but there's an eschatological angel in my soup

"Why do you always sit up at the front in church?" wondered Aunty Teresa over tiffin.
"To show the world," quoth me, "that handsome, attractive, intelligent, vibrant, vital people come to the Catholic Church for guidance, mercy and peace."
"Oh."
"But I didn't see you. Where were you?"
"I was right down at the back."
"So how did you see me?"
"I recognised your bald patch."