They Are Everywhere
When I was very young, my mother taught me about Angels, more specifically “Guardian Angels”. When I was in my Saturday morning Catechism class, the teacher also taught us about angels and we learned a prayer that was specifically written for our guardian angel. Another thing that my mother instilled in me was that angels are everywhere. We should always help someone in need or do a good deed for a stranger because that person could very well be an angel testing me.
Well, with all of that said, I have lately given a lot of thought to the existence of angels. What brought this up was an article that was written by another blogger, Diane. She wrote about the existence of angels and the personal experiences that she has had with them. But then she received some negative comments which basically alluded to the idea that “she must be crazy”. If that’s the case, then the Bible is dead wrong on many counts.
Diane was concerned that one particular commenter was treating her in a bad way, and that it was suggested that she shouldn’t write such things because people may talk about her. Talk is cheap. Unless these people have never experienced a visitation from above, they should not say anything and accept it a face value. So brace yourselves people, here is my story:
It was back in the mid 70’s. I had just graduated high school and I was new to the Christian faith. I was attending a lot of bible studies, trying to turn my life around (I was not a good kid), and was inundated with the plethora of demonic movies, books and music that was out in the media. To make a long story short, my friend Peter and I decided that we needed to make a clean break from all that was evil. We took our books (The Amityville Horror, The Omen, Exorcist, etc.) and burned them in his parent’s fireplace along with any other “contraband” that we had. Any alcohol we had went down the drain, and we vowed to start life anew, supporting each other with God's help. I spent the night at his house and that is when all hell broke loose.
On this particular night when we had done all of the above, we had just returned from a pretty intense bible study. I had my Layman’s Parallel Bible in my backpack and set the pack on their washer as I walked in the back door. After we did the book burning and praying, we retired to his room and after some prayer time, I slept in his brother’s bed. Every time I tried to fall asleep, my head was buzzing with demonic thoughts and visions. I kept thinking “it’s just Satan messing with me, go to sleep!”
The time dragged on. The last time I looked at the clock, it was five AM. Suddenly, there was a tug on my toe. I looked up and saw a rather nice looking person that greatly resembled my 7th grade English teacher Mr. Penino. I was startled, but felt peace.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am an angel of the Lord” was the response.
"You don't look like an angel." I said. He then he told me that if he came in his true form, I could not comprehend it, so he came resembling something I was familiar with.
“What do you want?” I asked him.
“You have been tormented by the secular lifestyle that you have been leading. You are willing to change, but Satan is holding you back with temptations and torment. Read Ephesians Chapter 5, all of it. It is what you need to know to answer your questions.” He handed me my bible, the one that was in my back pack. It was already opened to the book of Ephesians. I set it on the nightstand. He disappeared and I went to sleep.
Two hours later, I was awakened by Pete’s dad. “Come on boys! It's seven o'clock! Time to get up! Let’s do some yard work!” I sat on the edge of the bed and looked across the room at Peter.
“So, how’d you sleep?” he asked. I told him about my “visitation”, and I ran to get my bible from the washer top. It wasn’t there. I looked toward the bedroom and saw it on the nightstand, opened to Ephesians chapter 5. We read the chapter together and were amazed at how it paralleled our lives.
Peter turned to me and said “Some friend you are! We grew up together, did everything together and when an Angel of the Lord comes into MY room, you don’t even wake me up!”
I just smiled.
I have had several visitations since, and I will go into them at a later time. If there are those out there that are reading this and feel that perhaps I may be a “little off”, then you have not experienced what Diane and I have experienced. Perhaps you have some demons of your own that need to be cleaned out.
That is between you and God.
As always my friends, work hard, always do a good deed for a stranger, and give the Good Lord above thanks for everything, the good and not so good.
©2013 By Del Banks