I’ve just finished a book of true stories
about angels, and just this morning, at this writing, I’ve gotten a first person account from Reverend Gary Ellsworth
that is worthy of the book.
He said as a young minister, he and his wife Martha, were living in an old house trailer, and in those days when money was
scarce, they had simply run out of money. They didn’t have a cent…and not even milk for the baby. And there
was a six-inch snow on the ground.
It was a time to pray, and while they knelt, the phone rang. It was a distant uncle who had never visited them before, and
never visited again, but was passing through and wanted to have supper with them. He even named a menu…chicken, gravy
and even cherry pie. And them without a cent to their name. Afterward, as the praying grew more urgent, there was a noise
at the door, and they figured it was the dog from next door, who liked their doorstep.
After the prayer, Brother Gary went to the door, and it was not the dog;
it was a box. A box of groceries with everything needed for that supper!
Brother Gary didn’t mention angels in his story, but he said when he had gone to the
door, he looked around…and there were no footprints in the snow. Well, if you visit my website, you’ve seen
my story "Angels In St. Louis," in which an elderly father…a brother of my wife…is told not to get
out of the car until his daughter, Carolyn, can come back to help him. Of course he gets out and falls, and is unconscious
and bleeding, when a car pulls up and a nurse, of all people, takes over, calling 9-1-1 and bandaging him. And when Carolyn
turns to thank her…she wasn’t there. And none of the on-lookers had seen her.
There are angels among us (Hebrews 13:2). Thank God for them.