In Billy Graham’s book, Angels, he tells the story about a celebrated Philadelphia neurologist who had gone to sleep after an especially tiring day. Suddenly a knock at his door awakened him. He found a poorly dressed girl who was deeply upset. She told him her mother was very sick and needed help. Although he was very tired, the doctor dressed and followed the girl through the snowy night to her house. He found the woman desperately ill with pneumonia. He complimented the woman on the persistence of her daughter to get help for her. She looked at him strangely and told him her daughter had died one month ago. She added, “Her shoes and clothes are still in that closet.”
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Luke 4: 10-11:
“For it is written, He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee: and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.”
Amazed and perplexed, he opened the door to find the very coat the little girl had worn. He touched it – it was dry and obviously had not been outside in the snowy night. Who was the little girl who had come to him? Was she an angel?
Reverend John Paton was a missionary to the New Hebrides Islands. One night, hostile natives surrounded his mission headquarters, intent on burning the Patons out and killing them. He and his wife prayed all through the night. When daylight came they looked out with amazement to find that the attackers had left. A year later the chief of the tribe converted to Jesus Christ. Mr. Paton asked him what had kept him and his men from burning down their house and killing them. The chief replied with surprise, “Who were all those men you had with you there? Paton replied, “There were no men there, just my wife and I inside.” The chief told him they had seen hundreds of big men in shining garments with drawn swords in their hands. Was this luck or angels?
In April of this year, my granddaughters and I were in a terrible car wreck. My youngest granddaughter, Bayley, (pictured above) was thrown from the car even though she had been restrained in her car seat. One of the witnesses told me that she had flown out of the window like a limp rag doll. When she hit the pavement, she knocked out one of her front teeth and cut her face very badly. When she arrived at the hospital, the plastic surgeon took her directly into surgery, because of the delicate nature of repairing her face. The ambulance took me to a different hospital and I couldn’t stop crying. Even though it wasn’t my fault, I felt so badly that she had been thrown from the car and injured so badly. My other granddaughter and I received scrapes from the air bags, but that was about the extent of our injuries. My daughter called me and told me that a friend said it was angels that took Bayley out of the car. I thought about that for a while, but I didn’t really believe it. Why would angels do that?
About a week later, I went to get some things out of my car that was in a tow yard. It was the first time I had seen the car since the accident. When I walked around to the back passenger side where Bayley had been sitting, I gasped. It had taken almost all of the impact. It was a direct hit on Bayley. When I looked at the car, I knew that had she not been removed from her car seat, she would have been killed. And then I knew…it was angels that took her out of the seat and saved her life.
I have asked God a million times before to surround my loved ones with angels, but I guess I really didn’t believe that He did. I believe in angels now. Do you have any angel stories? Please share them with us under comments.