The Phil Files

Nice piece today…

…on angels.

We are in the middle of a study on them!

What a nice Angel story story and a true one .

After my daughter passed away one day a dove flew into my porch door window he left a mark like an angel it made me feel good to think a dove was sent to comfort me . I tried to take a picture but ony a tiny image showed .
I checked on the dove thinking he was so still I thought he was dead but he came to and flew away.I was so happy that day for one of Gods Angels .

While I believe the scriptures about angels and loved your sweet story, I\’m have trouble understanding angel\’s roles in our lives. In studying angels, I\’ve always wondered where the angels are for the precious children who are horribly abused or neglected or starved. From this I just wonder if the angels role is that of spiritual protectors for their innocent souls instead of physical protectors. I want to think they\’re also there for physical safety, but I can\’t see how that works with all the pain we hear about in this world.

Phil-
Katie here from Christian Homes. Loved the story and the link!

When my little brother (five years younger than me) became very ill with sepcemia he had been sore for the past few days. My mother had taken him to his pediatrcian and to recieve a second opinion- both doctors declared it “wanting attention” so my mother did as they said giving him more tylenol and putting him to bed another night with a stirring in her heart that there was more.

That night she felt someone touch her- wake her up- she knew in her heart to go check on Zach, not my sister or me as she sometimes did to make sure we were all tucked in tightly- but specifically Zach, and the touch was a touch not an urgency to awake. It was as real as someone standing there waking you.

She went upstairs to find my little brother, five years old, laying wide awake paralyzed in pain unable to move or even make a sound without screaming. His temperature was out of this world. She immediately picked him up with him whaling. He stopped crying she carried him downstairs woke my father and they drove him to Texas Childrens Hospital.

That night began the next 8 weeks of my little brother living in the hospital fighting a toxic infection that was hours away from attacking his brain and almost killing him. There was no explanation as to why he wasnt screaming when they took him from our home and to the hospital. The fear, and the unbearable pain. As they sat day after day in the hospital my mom asked him about that night. He told her he wasnt ever scared and that the man in his room told him it would be okay. Obviously my mothers interest was peaked- she asked more questions…

To this day my very “manly” and quiet little brother now standing six foot two will tell of the man in white who touched him, told him it would be okay and then rode with him to the hospital between my mother and him. The story hasnt changed in over 18 years.

Not to be an excentric family we hold this story close, but my mother and brother and the rest of us believe the angel that woke my mother is also the angel that calmed my brother and stayed with my family throughout the journey.

And he probably is still by his side as I write this.

Thanks again for sharing.

I agree very much with your thoughts regarding angel worship and how some in our society find it easier to talk of angels than our Lord.

With that being said, I truly believe my guardian angel intervened during my teenage years several times. That time in your life when you try on different hats (sometimes seedy)…..

I never saw my angel. But, in the way things played out on several occasions, I am positive it was due to a spiritual force keeping me from Satan’s clutches. God truly cares for each and every one of His flock. In the years hence, the realization that He protected me by angel or Holy Spirit has allowed me to feel loved by our Heavenly Father and to feel His presence in a very real way.

this is a nice little artical, Phil. i like that name, Phil. any way i like the artical today i always read these articals. My days not made until i read these articals. ok thats a lie but it is still a good artical!

Heb 1:14 KJ…speaking of angels. Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister to them who shall be heirs of salvation?

I don’t presume to know God’s will for me. I only know that which I hope for and seek…At a very young age I accepted our Christ Jesus as my saviour. Somewhere along the way, through wrong choices I made, I found myself on the wrong path. There were several times in those years of wandering that I wondered why I hadn’t been killed. And thanked God each time, that He had been watching over me. It wasn’t until the last time though that I finally came to realize just how blessed my life has been. I was working alone outdoors and a stump and a log rolled off a tall pile of debris and struck me squarely on the head pinning me to the ground. Amazingly, I realized, I’m not dead, paralyzed, or unconscious. I pulled myself out from under the stump just as a coworker was driving up and immediately took me to the hospital…The point is this. By the grace of God, and I believe grace may be administered by angels, my life has been spared…
Once I have been blessed to see, another time to hear and feel the presence of an angel near to me…. When my mother lay in critical intensive care for two weeks, the doctors having given up hope and one by one other family members were giving in. I went home after an all night stay at the hospital to shower and get some sleep. I was feeling the tremendous battle between hope and despair. While in the shower I put all my feelings and emotions in the Lord and completely emptied my mind of thought and just stood there in the shower stream and rested in Him. Suddenly my heart began racing and pounding, I didn’t know what was happening. I stepped out of the shower and before my eyes, within what my eyes were seeing, were two spiritual beings. The one to my left was clothed in darkness, darker than you could ever begin to imagine. To my right was a spirit so bright it’s light was beyond white and brighter than the sun yet not blinding. My knees went all wobbly and I started to fall but was held up. In my mind I heard, Go back to the hospital. I rushed back to find that my brother, the one other family member who still held onto hope with me, had had a heated discussion about hope and despair with one of my sisters and that our family friend and spiritual advisor had suggested a session of counciling, that I walked in on upon returning…He counciled us on the gifts of the spirit and how each of us have differing gifts of strength given to us by the Holy Spirit and to not stand alone in that power but think of them as a flame and put them together as one. My mom pulled through, that was eight years ago and she’s doing well thanks to our gracious Lord and Saviour…Some time after that ordeal I was pondering all the events that led up to and during moms recovering. I was thinking about what I had seen and what our spiritual advisor had said. I was looking through the Bible for scripture of what he was talking about, but apparently in all the wrong places. I confess, at the time, I didn’t know my Bible very well. I finally gave up looking and was just sort of thumbing through reading different verses when, in one moment, I felt a presence and heard breathing from behind me. There was no one else there, the house was empty except for me. I set the Bible down and went to make sure the dog was outside, which she was. I returned to the chair and picked up the Bible again and looked down and began to read,,,1Corinthians 12…”Now, dear brothers and sisters, regarding your question about the special abilities the Spirit gives us”………
Praise God in His truth and the blessing of undertanding His knowledge can bring….