Angels Unawares

2018-08-22T16:30:00.004-04:00

Sometimes when we're in danger or great need, the Lord sends an angel to help us. Usually we don't realize it was an angel until later...

There is a caveat when dealing with this subject. The "New Age" movement goes overboard with angel stories, and uses the subject in a way the Lord never intended. Satan loves the supernatural because he can easily use it to deceive people and get their eyes on the "angel" rather than the Lord.

"For Satan himself transforms himself into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also transform themselves into ministers of righteousness..."
2nd Cor 11:14-15

How can we know that an occurence was administered by a true angel sent by the Lord?

1. The angel will never glorify anyone other than the Lord.

2. He will never accept worship.

3. He will never engage in conversation about himself. He will never draw focus to himself.

4. The person ministered to will not realize at the time that an angel was involved. As soon as he finishes his mission, the angel is simply gone.

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Someone Else In The Car With Me?

2011-01-12T17:23:00.005-05:00

I was a fairly new Christian, about 2 yrs at the time. I have to say that I believed right away all that was being taught.

I had a medical appointment on a bright sunny day, the day after Christmas. When I left my appointment it was like a blizzard outside and it was nearly dusk. I am very careful driving in snow, to the point that you would not want to be following me.

I got on I-95 in and driving was treacherous. I stayed in the right lane, and then all of a sudden a cruiser passed me with his red light on and turned onto a near-by exit, lighting up the exit sign so I knew where I was.

Then, an 18-wheeler went past me and swirled up the snow so badly I couldn't see anything. Thinking I was driving straight, I actually veered into the passing lane and flew off the overpass, missing the concrete by inches, I was told later. I was air-bound. I felt like I was descending slowly, and came to rest on all 4 tires about 2 feet from a tree. I was unable to open my door, but I heard people shouting and coming to help me.

I got out, a bit dazed but not hurt.

Then someone was shouting "where is the other person?"

I explained I was alone, but this couple kept saying there was someone with me.

I asked, "why do you keep saying this?"

They answered, "when you veered into the passing lane, our car lights caught you and another person in the car.

Then I knew! It was an angel! They did not believe me right away, but no other footprints came from the car!

Someone offered me a ride to the city, where I called my husband and he called a friend who had a wrecker service. When the friend got to where the car went down the slope, it wasn't there. There was a service station not far from where I had the accident, so we checked and it was there. This was the next day. They would not release the car to us, saying a State Trooper called for the tow truck and we needed to pay for the towing charge which was an unbelievable amount for towing not even a mile away.

I was so angry that after paying the bill I decided to write to the editor of the local newspaper, explaining all that took place. To make a long story short, my article sparked a lot of interest and lo and behold, the police had been trying to uncover this "wrecker scam!!!" They were not pleased with me for bringing this to the public's attention before they actually got the arrests they needed. However, I got my money back and my faith was so increased during this episode! And I hope some people later may have been spared the agony of not knowing where their cars were towed.

Nancy
Maine

Angels Sing With Us

2010-03-26T12:10:00.001-04:00

One Sunday at service, during praise and worship, we were singing a beautiful song of praise to the Lord. All of a sudden, in my right ear, I heard this man singing. He had a beautiful voice. I stopped singing and turned around to see who it was. I was going to compliment him on his beautiful singing voice. There was no one there! The closest man to me was at least three rows back and the seats were empty between me and him.

My friend Pat noticed that I had stopped singing and was looking around. She asked me, "what's wrong?" I asked her if she heard a man singing behind us. She said she hadn't heard anything! I told her that I heard a man singing the same song we were singing right behind me on my right side. She looked around and then said to me that it must have been an angel.

That's when I became aware of my right ear having this strange warm feeling; and, no matter how much I rubbed my ear, it would not go away.

A similar incident:

Two or three weeks ago at service, during praise and worship, I noticed a slight fragrance of incense. Once again I stopped and kind of glanced around. My friend Pat looked at me and asked, "what's wrong?" I asked her if she could smell incense. She said she couldn't.

It lasted for a little while and then went away. Pat later told me that she asked her mother about it and her mother hadn't smelled any incense either.

On thinking about this, God has called to mind the Scripture that says our prayers are like incense unto the Lord (Revelation 5:8). I believe that is what I smelled. Our praise and worship was being raised unto the Lord as incense, which was pleasing to him.

Donna G

Angels In Atlanta

2007-10-14T13:25:00.000-04:00

My mother had warned me about booking a flight that had a layover in Atlanta, she had had a bad experience there. But it was the only choice I had, really, in booking a flight my pocketbook could afford.

It was a beautiful summer day in Portland, Maine as my daughter and I sat in the terminal awaiting my boarding time. We sat at one of those little snack shops with tables outside, and we watched the people - a favorite pastime for both of us. I didn't know how long I'd be gone, and had asked her husband if he'd clear the snow off my car in the wintertime if I was away that long.

Our chit chat was interrupted by the announcement, "preparing to board flight 4721 to Atlanta." We got up and hugged each other really tight, not knowing how long it would be until we'd see each other again.

No sooner had we taxied to the runway, the captain announced on the intercom, "ladies and gentlemen, there's a delay in traffic headed over New York, but don't worry, this isn't unusual and many times these things clear up within a short time. It could be as short as five minutes, but it could be up to an hour. We'll let you know anything we find out."

So we sat on the runway, for what turned out to be a half hour. Originally, I had a fifty-minute layover in Atlanta, but now that was pared down to twenty minutes in which to make my next flight going to San Diego. But I've flown a lot, and I remembered that another time we were delayed on the runway, but the pilot was able to make up the lost time during the flight. So I reassured myself that the lost time would be made up, and sat back and commanded myself to relax and enjoy the flight.

Many years ago, when I found myself frequently traveling alone across the Atlantic and Mediterranean seas, the Lord gave me a promise and wonderfully confirmed it to me, "you are blessed in your goings out, and blessed in your comings in." When the Lord speaks to us, he will always confirm the message so that we will know it really is from him. Having received that word from the Lord, along with a very real confirmation of it, and then someone later handed me a key chain with those very words on it, that sealed it in my heart and from then on I always had peace while flying great distances, knowing I was covered by the blessing of the Lord.

These thoughts came back to me as I sat in that plane on the runway in Portland. I knew that I was accompanied by the Lord's blessing and that if I was delayed, there was a specific reason for it and that it would work out for the good.

Well, the pilot didn't make up the lost time and by the time I got off the plane and made my way to the next gate, my connection had already left. It was after ten o'clock at night and I had no idea what to do. The situation was further complicated - I was traveling to California to be with my mother who had fallen and was hospitalized with a broken bone in her back. My sister would be picking me up at the airport in San Diego, and I knew she wouldn't go home to check for telephone messages, but would just go to the airport directly from the hospital, because returning home first would have put her well out of her way. Telephone message? I didn't even have a cell phone, (something that is going to be corrected very soon.) How could I reach my sister to tell her not to head out to the airport?

As I arrived at the service desk in Atlanta, I found myself in a crowd of hundreds of people who also had been delayed and missed their connections. I later found out that all air traffic over New York had been suspended for awhile that afternoon, so that meant that anyone flying south over New York was going to be late. When I saw the hundreds and hundreds of people gathered at the service desk, my heart sank. It was a very long wait in line, and when I finally got to the desk it was after midnight. I was distraught. I blurted out in no genteel manner that my mother is lying in a hospital bed and I'm on my way to be with her, and my sister is going to be going to the airport in San Diego to pick me up, and I HAVE to get there tonight!

But of course, that was impossible. I wasn't much comforted when they told me they'd put me up in a hotel and get me out first thing in the morning. "But how am I going to let my sister know?" I asked in exasperation. There was a woman standing beside me, in the very same circumstances I was in, and she offered to let me use her cell phone. What a relief! I suddenly remembered that I had my sister's cell phone number on me, I dug it out and called her, hoping she'd be able to receive the call within the hospital walls. There was no answer. So I called her house and left a message on her answering machine, my heart now in a fit of exasperation. Something nudged me to try her cell phone again, and finally I reached her and blurted out to her that I wouldn't be coming in tonight and how relieved I am to be able to get ahold of her to tell her that. I told her I'd be in touch with her the next day as soon as I find out the details of my next flight.

I wasn't calmed down, though. The frustration of the delay, the long wait in line, and the difficulty reaching my sister had just about done me in. It was late, I was tired, and I wasn't a good example of a daughter of the Lord at that point. In contrast, was the woman who had let me use her cell phone. She was delayed too and obviously missed her connection as well, it was late for her also, but she was so calm and peaceful that I kept watching her throughout this story with a deep-down feeling that her demeanor was incredibly odd at a time like this. It turned out that they gave her a hotel voucher to the same hotel I was being sent to, so she invited me to go along with her to catch the shuttle to the hotel. Invited me? At that point I would have held on to her coat to make sure wherever she goes I was going to go.

We walked and walked, she oddly seemed to know the way, no detours or mistakes, just straight to the shuttle parking area. It reminded me of the plane terminal in Portland, a long wide cement sidewalk with spaces for the various shuttles to park and pick up people headed for the various hotels in Atlanta. There were no assigned parking places, each incoming shuttle bus just took the first empty space available. We tried to get to the edge of the walkway, but it was almost impossible because there were hundreds, if not thousands, of other people in the same circumstances doing the same thing. We snaked our way to the very end where the busses rounded the corner and waited. After an incredibly long wait, finally we saw the shuttle with the name of our hotel on it come around the corner. Wouldn't you know, the first empty parking space was down the other end. So we pushed and shoved our way to the shuttle, only for the driver to close the door just as I put my foot onto the bottom step. "Filled up," he said. I wanted to cry - and was on the verge of tears when the woman with me said, "come on, we'll take a taxi."

"A taxi?" I cried, "look at all the people here, the taxi driver will take advantage of us and charge an enormous rate to get us to the hotel."

"We're taking a taxi," she replied in a calmness that gave me goose bumps all up and down my spine. Somewhere on the subconscious level I knew this lady's calmness was more than what would be humanly possible under circumstances like this. But I was so tired and so frustrated that I just followed her, protesting all the way.

Finally we came to some taxis, got into one, and as we rode mile after mile my heart sank as I contemplated what the fee for this was going to be. We arrived at the hotel and the woman paid the driver. I asked her what the charge was so that I could give her my share. "It wasn't much," she said, "he didn't take advantage of us." As we walked into the hotel I was poring through my purse for cash to give to her and she said rather authoritatively, "don't worry about it, I've paid for both of us," and she would not take a cent. I usually would have insisted, but I was just too tired to argue.

The hotel lobby was just as crowded as the shuttle area had been. Finally we got to the desk and handed the clerk our vouchers. "Oh, we're not taking any more vouchers," she said, "we're filled up."

I was too tired to cry. I just stood there stunned. It was after one in the morning and here we were stranded at a hotel a few miles from the airport.

"What are we supposed to do?" I blurted out to the hotel clerk.

"Go back to the airport," she said.

I felt the blood draining from my head. The thought of spending the night in the airport just overwhelmed me.

Then suddenly two young women approached us, maybe in their early twenties, who overheard our conversation and they said to us, "here, we have two rooms but we only need one, really. Take the key to our second room, there are two beds in ours so it really won't be an imposition." ! ! !

Now that I look back on the story, it boggles my mind that while I was standing helpless in the lobby of the hotel that was turning us away at later than one in the morning, there were two persons standing near us who just handed over the key to their second room and would receive no payment for it. I mean -- that just doesn't happen! When I think of what the Lord had to put together in order to provide for me that night, each factor having to happen exactly on time while I was in the midst of hundreds of people, all I can say is that this story and many others like it over the years has left me with no possible doubt that the Lord is FAITHFUL to his promises. He had promised me years back that his blessing was upon me as I traveled, my travels always having been at his direction and for his purposes. It's when we're at our wit's end that the Lord rises up and demonstrates in obvious and undeniable ways his faithfulness. He had given me his word. And now he was making good on it.

The woman I had been with from back at the airport service desk took the key from the young woman's hand and I followed her up to the room. During this entire venture, she continued willfully and without hesitation, as though she was familiar with the whole airport layout, the shuttle layout, and the hotel layout. She never hesitated, and I just followed her every purposeful step.

When we arrived at the room, she told me that her next flight in the morning would be leaving before mine, and reminded me to return the key to the desk in the lobby. Then, she said as she looked out the window toward the McDonald's golden arches, she was going out to get something to eat. -- umm, going out to eat at 2:00 in the morning after an ordeal such as we had just come through??? I collapsed on the bed and never saw her again. I know she spent the night in the hotel room because I vaguely remember her speaking to me in the morning, saying "I'm leaving now. Don't forget to return the key to the desk."

In the morning, I was shuttled back to the airport and was on my way to San Diego. I was to stay there helping my sister care for our mother. And the Lord put the icing on the cake. After her initial difficulties, our mother was HEALED. This is the honest truth. Her doctor told us that she hadn't expected her to survive the fall she took, and was just shocked when we went back for her monthly checkup. She said that our mother was "a walking miracle." I asked if she was just using that expression to convey her amazement at our mother's unexpected recovery and she said that no, she meant exactly what she said - our mother had obviously been supernaturally healed.

Wasn't it the Spirit of the Lord who came upon me that first night at my sister's home, when we prayed together before starting together on this mission? He had spoken to my heart exactly what to do, to pray all around our mother's bed and that my sister and I were to anoint each other. We spent quite some time praying that night, with the very strong sense that every part of our prayer was being led by the Spirit of God. The next morning, my mother couldn't remember my name. But in the short time I was there, we saw this healing take place right before our eyes.

It didn't happen instantly so we didn't recognize it as a supernatural healing. But day by day she improved, getting off all medication, and even ceased using the brace the orthopedist had had specially made for her. We had asked how long she would have to wear that bulky and uncomfortable brace and were told "for the rest of her life." But now here she was sitting in the doctor's office, legs crossed at the knee comfortably, and the doctor was almost speechless.

"This is incredible," the doctor said. "When I read the hospital report on you, I said to myself, 'this is the end of Mrs. M!' I can't believe you're sitting in this chair with one leg crossed over the other like this. You should be in terrible pain, or not even alive!'"

That was her first visit back to the doctor, but shortly after that visit she was so well that she was able to dispense with the brace. Finally, one day she said to me, "I'm fine now, you have no need to stay any longer." What I had expected to be months or more, IF she survived, had taken only weeks and I returned home - without incident.

The key to this story is knowing what the Lord will speak to one's heart and then standing on that word when it's challenged. Not everyone experiences angels or witnesses healing. It's not something one can demand from the Lord. But once he has spoken a personal promise, that's to be taken seriously and claimed when a challenge to that promise arises. The Lord took me through the Atlanta airport story to demonstrate to me the absolute faithfulness and trustworthiness of his Word, in this case his promise that I am blessed when I travel. He had to pre-arrange that my flight would be on that day, through that airport, and he had to make sure that woman - human or angelic I don't know - would be standing right next to me as I arrived amid the hundreds of people at the airport service desk. He had to pre-arrange that later, as we stood in the large crowd at the hotel at later than 1:00 in the morning, there were to be two other women who would just happen to be standing next to us, overhear the hotel clerk refuse to take us, and give us their room so that we had a bed to sleep in and not a chair in the airport terminal, and he arranged that all provision would be at no cost to me. And then having done all that, he provided the further and unexpected blessing of healing our mother who had a broken bone in her back that was inoperable.

As I sit here back in my own home and review all these events, goose bumps again rise up from the top of my head to the soles of my feet as I realize all the Lord had to do to put this story together so that my faith would be strengthened in the light of his demonstration of his total faithfulness and trustworthiness. Sometimes I wonder if other people can see the crown on my head as I walk around - so impotent in myself - but incalculably blessed as a walking daughter of The King.

But, one might ask, why would God put me through the rigors of this story seeing that I have his promised blessing when I travel?

For you, dear reader. So I could tell this story to encourage you, to strengthen your faith, to inspire confidence in the faithfulness and trustworthiness of the Lord, that you might take another look at your own stories and perhaps see with a new eye the faithfulness of our God throughout our walk with him, if only we can look beyond the human and perceive the divine.

“…who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”
2nd Corinthians 1:4

Paula M
Maine

Just Who WAS That Student???

2007-08-20T16:00:00.000-04:00

Scripture says that ministering angels are sent to us by God in our time of need... When I was in college, I was taking an English course. The course was conducted by a professor who was big on facts and figures, and insisted that they be an integral part of what we write.

I was doing poorly in this class because I'm not one who writes that way. I'm not one to do a lot of research, I write from the heart and this just wasn't my writing style. But I had the ability to develop a theme well, and felt it unfair that the professor was giving me poor grades on what I wrote after I had worked so hard at it.

It was the day a paper was due and I was sitting in the coffee house with a bad cold and an anxiety-induced state of depression. It was 9:00 in the morning.

I looked up and saw this very tall person coming my way. He walked up to my table and said to me, "it looks like you really don't want to do what you have to do."

I said to him, "I have a paper due at 11:00, I'm failing the course, I have a terrible cold, and I just don't have a bit of energy in me with which to do this paper, which is the last paper of this course and if I don't get this done and get a good grade on it, I will fail this course."

All I remember is that this person sat down at the table and started dictating. He gave me one paragraph at a time, which I wrote in my own handwriting. I ended up handing it in at 11:00. The paper earned an A, and I passed the course.

I was dumbfounded. People don't just walk up to you and write a term paper for you. And of course, I never saw that person on campus again.

Cindy J
California

Jessica And The Angel

2007-08-20T14:29:00.000-04:00

My husband and I were living in a 40 foot Winnebego because we were on the road a lot, traveling around with his job as an instructor for Martin Marietta, a major government contracting firm. At the time of this incident we were living in Louisanna, camped on the shores of a Lake in an RV park. It was a beautiful spot, the fishing was excellent, and as I love to fish it was wonderful.

We had already raised three children at this time and as this was before we adopted a granddaughter, it was just my husband and myself. There was a little girl named Jessica in the camp, and it seems she was frequently left on her own. She was in the custody of her dad, who worked and was a bit of a flake, and he didn't bother to hire anyone to stay with her when he was at work. As he had custody, I can only imagine what her mother may have been like! Jessica had straight, blonde hair and cute freckles. She was a bit on the skinny side and as sweet as can be. She was six. She would visit me almost every day, and on sunny days I would take her to the lake to swim where the water was shallow.

In order to get to the lake and back to the campground, we had to cross a small gravel road that cut through the campground. On this particular weekend the campground was crowded with people who just came in for the weekend because it was a holiday weekend, I don't remember which holiday, but it's not really important.

We had a nice swim and when we were done, I told her to take my hand just like I always did so she could cross the road safely. The speed limit was five miles per hour, but one can never be too careful with a small child. On this day there were many cars on the road.

For some unknown reason, Jessica broke free from my hand and began to run towards the road. I hollered "Jessica! Stop!" but she paid no heed, so I began to run after her. Suddenly a car was bearing down on the child, and was not obeying the speed limit, but traveling at least 30mph through the campground, which I'd never seen anyone do before. By this time I had reached the side of the gravel road and Jessica was almost half way across, but the car was going to hit her, so somehow I jumped further than I had ever jumped in my life, with my arms outstretched and hit her in the middle of her back with the flat of both of my hands. She flew across the road and fell on the grass. Unfortunately I fell on the gravel road right in front of the car. The driver did hit his breaks and skidded to a stop just inches away from me. Then he backed up, made a "U" turn, and left the park.

There I was, flat on my stomach in the middle of the road, with the wind knocked out of me, and my left knee hurt. Out of all those people, no one had paid any attention or had seen anything, except for one man who was bending over me. He asked me if I was all right. I really didn't know, but I said I thought so, except for the gash in my knee which I later discovered went clear to the bone. I asked him if he had seen the license plate of the car, and he said he had not, because he wasn't there when it happened. That was strange, as it had just happened and he was right there. At any rate, he helped me up, and I hobbled to the side of the road. When I reached the other side of the road and turned around to thank him, he was gone. I asked other people if they had seen this tall, blond man who was wearing brown shorts and a blue tank top and no one remembered seeing anyone like that, which was pretty weird because he was beautiful. Tall, well built, with skin that actually glowed. If that was a tan, it was the best one I ever saw.

My knee was bleeding badly, so I limped to my RV with Jessica, who was fine because she fell on the grass, and cleaned up my knee and temporarily bandaged it to control the bleeding. I ended up getting stitches, and still have a slight scar which always reminds me of Jessica and my Angel, for what else could he have been?

Gayle S
Texas

Saved In The Nick Of Time!

2007-08-19T20:14:00.001-04:00

Several years ago, I was moving from the San Fernando Valley down to San Diego. I had put my household items in storage in a garage at one of my children's homes in San Diego.

I was in the garage organizing things with my grandson who was visiting from Massachusetts. As I was moving things around, all of a sudden the garage door was falling down! And then someone or something literally picked me up and put me outside the garage and over on the sidewalk just as that door came down. If I had not been moved from where I was, I surely would have been killed. How I give glory to God!

Frances M
California

Heavenly Choir

2007-08-19T19:01:00.001-04:00

Several years ago, my brother Dan, was the sound man in the back of the church. It was early in the day and he was preparing for a church program scheduled for that evening. It was a music program and the choir was rehearsing. Being a musician himself, he knows what good music is and when people sound bad he says that hurts his ears.

It was mostly women in the choir, with only a couple men who were drowned out by the many women. Dan was thinking, "boy, they really sound baaad."

But later on, when they had the actual performance, the choir sounded SO wonderful, and there was the sound of a large men's section, even though there were only two men. The men's section sounded just fabulous.

After the program, my brother said to the choir director, "Boy, the choir sounded so good, what happened?"

The choir director said to Dan, "Didn't you see the angels in the back row?!!!?"

Stunned, my brother said, "I didn't see them, but I sure heard them!"

But others actually saw them, and the music truly sounded heavenly.

It WAS!

Lucy W
California

He Had Gone Before Me

2007-08-19T11:15:00.000-04:00

I was taking my husband's car out of the body shop after a car had rammed into him the week before. I was bringing the car back to him in Vermont, and I was driving on back roads when suddenly I hit a blind spot on black ice and I and the car went flying.

There "just happened to be" no one coming toward me in the other lane. The car sailed across that lane and flipped over and landed upside-down in a snowbank.

Well, there "just happened to be" a tow truck whose driver saw the accident and came over and pulled me out. Had that tow truck not been there at that instant, no one would have seen me. I firmly believe that we are NEVER out of the sight of the Lord, and he will always pre-arrange whatever help we need in time of trouble.

Cindy J
California

Almost Totalled

2007-08-19T11:00:00.001-04:00

I was around 22 years old, a brand new Christian, and I was a passenger in a car, on our way to San Francisco. The highway had three lanes and we were in the middle lane.

It was night time, dark, and as we drove along, the person in the car to the left of us decided to get into the middle lane, and we were in that person's "blind spot." The person didn't signal and just began coming into our lane. I saw him look at us and when he realized what he was doing, he jerked the wheel to the left, and when he did that, he went out of control, so he jerked the wheel to the right, and that over-correction caused his vehicle to flip over right in front of us. All this as we were traveling.

The momentum as his vehicle rolled over began to bring him back toward our lane. All of a sudden, it was as though this huge hand worked a miracle of anti-gravity and his car, instead of rolling another time into our lane, it rolled in the opposite direction away from our lane (!!!)

We drove right through the flying glass from his vehicle and we were saved from that near-disaster. We were so shook-up that we made a U-turn and went home.

I didn't see an angel, but it was obvious that God either put one there, or it was his hand that pulled that vehicle out of our way.

Vivi A
California