{"id":69703,"date":"2024-08-02T07:55:09","date_gmt":"2024-08-02T11:55:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/spiritdaily.org\/blog\/?p=69703"},"modified":"2024-08-02T08:00:47","modified_gmt":"2024-08-02T12:00:47","slug":"an-angel-is-passing-by","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/spiritdaily.org\/blog\/an-angel-is-passing-by\/","title":{"rendered":"‘An Angel Is Passing By’"},"content":{"rendered":"

From Opus Sanctorum Angelorum<\/strong><\/a><\/span>:<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

An Angel is Passing by<\/h5>\n
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\u00a0I was having a conversation with my dad. It was about obtaining material wealth and working hard towards that goal. I tried to explain to him from stories in the Bible that the love of \u201cgold\u201d is not good. I gave the example of the time when the Israelites lost their focus on God and created their own god, Baal. This angered God. I also gave my dad the example of our Lord, Who was poor Himself.<\/p>\n

Despite my best efforts of trying to convince my dad that material wealth is not the highest good to obtain, he kept insisting that maybe \u201cGod desires it.\u201d I was saddened by this. Our conversation was going nowhere, and I started to feel more and more uncomfortable. So, I began to pray in my heart to my guardian angel that he may stop this fruitless conversation. In an instant there was SILENCE! After a few minutes of silence the conversation changed almost very naturally into other more helpful subjects. I knew in my heart that my Guardian Angel had achieved this change.<\/p>\n

In the Philippines, there is a saying that when there is sudden silence in the middle of a conversation, and no one has more to say, that \u201can angel is passing by.\u201d I know now from experience that that statement is true. I was in so much awe of what I experienced that I could hardly sleep. I became keenly aware of the \u201cspiritual world\u201d and that there is truly a battle going on between good and evil. I am so thankful for the gift of faith and for my Guardian Angel. I pray to God every day that my angel will converse with my dad\u2019s guardian angel to keep him close to God and protect him from evil.<\/p>\n

A.C.<\/p>\n

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The Lord heard our prayer and sent His angel<\/h5>\n
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On December 31, 2014, my son Joseph David, four months old at that time, was admitted to the Hamad Medical Centre Hospital, Al Wakrah, Qatar, with a 101 degree fever. He also had eczema. Suddenly his leg also became swollen and red. The nurses were trying to find his vein to do a blood test. But they were perplexed since they could not find his vein. My wife and I started praying, calling out to Jesus to help us. We were also continuously praying the Hail Mary. After some time the nurses pricked and found the vein. Immediately they asked me whether or not I was a pastor. We said that I was not, but that we were praying in faith. They said it was due to prayers they could find the baby\u2019s vein. Praise God! The Lord heard our prayer and sent His angel to guide the nurses. The subsequent blood test revealed that my son had an infection and, consequently, was given antibiotics. The fever and swelling soon vanished and he is very well now.<\/p>\n

Daniel D.<\/p>\n

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The Thief<\/h5>\n
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From Rev. A.M. Weigl, Schutzengelgeschichten, Grignion Verlag, Alt\u00f6tting:<\/em><\/p>\n

Many people know of angelic interventions only in relation to emergency situations, as for example in street accidents. But the holy angels concern themselves even more with our spiritual well-being, though we do not always recognize their loving solicitude. In the following story, both dimensions of their solicitous help are united.<\/p>\n

On August 16, 1936, a thief paid a \u201cvisit\u201d to the owner of a leather factory, Herman Moebius, who lived in a small town on a lake in Germany. Herman\u2019s four year old daughter, Helga, was sleeping in the nursery. The thief, Frederick Metzler, who had already been arrested several times for stealing, entered through the back garden, climbed up onto the balcony and entered the window on the second floor of the home. He broke into a desk and two cabinets, and looted a few jewels of no particular value. Suddenly, little Helga stood before the thief in her pajamas.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d the child asked. (This is what the thief later recounted to the police.) \u201cI\u2019m looking for the jewels that your Mommy must have somewhere around here.\u201d \u201cMommy\u2019s jewels?\u201d repeated the little girl. \u201cThey are where Daddy keeps his money.\u201d \u201cAnd where does your Daddy keep his money?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m not going to tell you,\u201d answered the little one, \u201cI bet you\u2019re a thief!\u201d Then the thief shook the child by the shoulders and threatened, \u201cIf you don\u2019t tell me where your Daddy keeps his money, I\u2019ll slit your throat!\u201d \u201cYou aren\u2019t allowed to do that,\u201d said little Helga. \u201cOh yeah! Why can\u2019t I do it?\u201d \u201cMy Guardian Angel won\u2019t let you.\u201d \u201cAnd where do you have your Guardian Angel, huh?\u201d Helga led the thief into her small nursery and pointed to the picture of the Guardian Angel on the wall. \u201cI always pray to him,\u201d the child remarked. Then the thief felt his eyes moisten. There rose up in him memories of his own childhood, memories of his mother who had died so long ago\u2026 Hadn\u2019t he also had such a Guardian Angel hanging over his poor little cot?<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d said the thief and left the room. He kicked aside with disdain the pile of stolen jewels which were ready to be packed up. Then he climbed down from the balcony back into the garden, without having taken anything with him. At that point, he was overtaken and arrested by the police. Only later was Metzler\u2019s explanation confirmed by the testimony of the child and by the abandoned loot.<\/p>\n

[books on angels<\/a><\/span>]<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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