Catching Up with the Angels

It’s been quite awhile since I have connected with this blog/post/story….the whole world of technology caught many of us by surprise, and I for one am still struggling to make sense of it all.   If you have not come across it, I do send a story out to my mailing  list every 10 days or so; the stories have actually happened and we leave it up to the readers (that’s you) to decide how significant they are.

I mention this now because the first book in my series WHERE ANGELS WALK is over 20 years old, and never been out of print.   And there are nine additional books which followed the first.   I think that I’ve done enough here, but given the ebook market, it might be fun to do several shorter pieces.  I also have some health issues which will eventually determine just how hard I work.

In the meantime, I will try to get this site organized so you can enjoy it, but bear in mind that you can have the stories delivered to your door if you sign up at http://joanwanderson.com    Just scroll down on the right side and fill in your name at the proper place.

GRANDPA is an ANGEL!

 

Grandparents are very important in a child’s life—as long as they rely on angels too!

Frank SanGregory of Tiffin, Ohio, was getting ready for work.  He was on the afternoon shift so although his daughter Theresa and his almost-two-year-old grandson, Josh, were finishing lunch downstairs in the kitchen with Grandma, Frank had gone upstairs to shave.  There was a large window at the top of the staircase, and right in front of it, Frank kept a large exhaust fan to circulate the air on hot days.   But today was not hot so the fan was not running.  Frank barely noticed it as he passed it, went into the bathroom and closed the door.  He could still hear the laughter coming from downstairs.  He adored his grandchildren, and hated to say goodbye to little Josh.  But they lived nearby, so more fun would certainly be in store.

Frank started his routine.  And then, “I don’t know why,” Frank says, “but a few minutes after I had closed the bathroom door, I felt as if I should open it and look out into the hallway.”  He had no reason to do so, and he wasn’t finished shaving yet.  “And I never opened the bathroom door before I was finished—except in very hot weather, perhaps.  But today wasn’t hot.   Neither did I hear anything that would cause me to open the door. There was no reason in my mind. I just decided that it was something that I should do.  And so, I opened it just a slit.”

Toddler Joshua had followed Frank up to the second floor!  There the two-year-old stood, on the next to last step, reaching out to take hold of the heavy fan, to pull himself up to the top of the stairs.

Time seemed to stand still—and then as Joshua grabbed the fan to brace himself, it started to tip towards him.  Frank flung himself out the door, just in time to grab the tipping fan with his left arm.  At the same instant, he was able to wrap his right arm around Joshua to keep him and the fan from rolling down the stairs.  “Had I been even a second later, I shudder to think what could have happened,” Frank says.  “The fan wasn’t running but it was very heavy, and Joshua would have no doubt been seriously hurt.”

Frank has always believed that it was God urging him to peek out that bathroom door.  Now he realizes it might have been his guardian angel, or even Joshua’s.  Whatever the answer, God intervened and saved the family from a terrible tragedy.  Thanks to Him, and to grandpas everywhere.

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Where Angels Walk, December 18, 2013,Uninvited Guest

As Christmas approaches, this is our last story of 2013. I hope you readers have enjoyed them. You have certainly been kind about my techy mistakes! d?) Here is one of my very favorites:

Sunny Marie Hackman, a speaker and writer from Lakewood Colorado, is the kind of person who likes to stay organized. But each year as Christmas approaches, even she feels overwhelmed by all the extra activities and items on her to-do list. That’s why, a few Novembers ago, Sunny decided that she could indeed “do it all,” if her family agreed to one condition:
“No extra people on Christmas Eve,” she warned her husband and three teenagers. “I just want Grandma, Grandpa and us, something low-key and relaxed. The family agreed. Sure, if that’s what mom wanted.
Sunny, in addition to hosting several holiday events, planned every detail of their Christmas Eve feast. The table decorations sparkled,and aromas from the kitchen drifted through the spotless house. Sunny even polished the stringed instruments, for theirs was a house filled with impromptu music appreciation. Then, just as Sunny began to worry about the time, the phone rang.. It was Victor, their college-age son, who had just arrived on the bus. “Hi, Mom!” he sounded his usual cheerful self. “Is it okay if I bring home a guy I met on the way?
Sunny wanted to scream. Hadn’t EVERYONE promised to let her have one evening the way she wanted it? The stranger was probably down and out ,she thought, and would cast a grim shadow on her plans. But it was Christmas Eve. “Bring him home,Victor,” she sighed.
John was in his mid-40′s, nondescript and shabby. “Conversation was somewhat stiff,” Sunny recalls, hardly the warm and intimate oasis she had planned. John was a man of few words when talking of his own background. But after dinner, he picked up one of their family guitars and played a few chords. The Hackmans snapped to attention—they appreciated talent and John obviously had some. Gently, John switched to the piano, and began a medley of “Amazing Grace” and “Jesus Loves Me,” done with a sweetness she had never experienced. A lump rose in her throat as her eyes filled with tears. And slowly it dawned on her.
She had done the right thing this Christmas Eve by making room for a stranger with no place to go. But there had been no love in her heart. And wasn’t love the meaning of Christmas?
She looked up and John’s gaze met hers. In his eyes she saw everything—awareness, tenderness, and yes, forgiveness. He knew her heart, she realized. But how?
John had finished the hymns, and now he stood and grabbed his jacket.”That was my gift to you,” he told her.
“Wait!” she picked up her camera. “I’d like to take some photos of you with the kids.”
“”You can,” he told her, smiling, “but they won’t turn out.”
How did he know? Sunny asked herself again. But she was starting to understand. “I think we’ve seen an angel tonight,” she told her husband later that evening, still in awe.
Sunny’s husband was as amazed as she. That is, until he went to the photo shop and picked up the pictures Sunny had taken. They would have been wonderful mementos of an especially wonderful Christmas eve. But where a shabby stranger had sat and sung, there was now onlya an empty space.
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Copyright 2013 by Joan Wester Anderson. Published by Joan Wester Anderson, P.O. Box 127, Prospect Heights, IL 60070. For more stories of God’s love, check the blog t http://www.joanwanderson.com.

Hello, angel friends. We earth angels have a particular group that we take care of whenever we can, in an area in Thornton Arkansas where the poorest of the poor live. The Cayce family has been serving them for over 40 years. Here’s the update on their Christmas giveaway. I’m going to just print Joannie Cayce’s letter. It’s long but how could anything be better?

“We helped 726 poor children and hundreds of elderly have a wonderful Christmas. This year was a year of many miracles and wonderful blessings. The day after Thanksgiving Daniel went to the gym and starting pulling out all the used toys from the back of the gym that we had saved all year. Some people had mailed us new things we saved throughout the year also. We quickly saw we would be needing TOYS. We ordered 300 basketballs and prayed for a miracle.

“Then wonderful things began to happen. Packages from angels started coming in and an angel at a church in Little Rock connected Scholastic Book Company with us. Scholastic Book Company handles all the school book fairs. They are going out of business in Little Rock. The manager called me and said she was looking for a charity to donate their store’s inventory to. I had no idea of the miracle that was about to happen. I told her about our giveaways and how many thousands of people in impoverished Arkansas are helped by Cayce’s Charities. She had the idea to donate the books to several different organizations but while she was talking to me she felt God telling her Cayce’s Charities was the organization she was looking for.

Scholastic Book Company donated not just books but toys, gift sets, watches, candles, and many wonderful gifts. We had their new wonderful things in the children’s bags, and all over the gym floor for the poor to receive as gifts.

The angels around the country sent enough warm socks, underwear, coats, tooth paste, tooth brushes, soap, shampoos and gloves for every child. Boxes of games, puzzles, books, colors, coloring books, trucks, cars and dolls came in and went into the bags. Each time I filled a bag I thought about the sacrifice each angel made, and the love they sent with each kage they mailed here. I wished there was a way of letting each of you know how wonderful you made Christmas Day for so many children. Every child we helped had a wonderful Christmas.

“We also had food sacks for each family filled with macaroni and cheese, soup, crackers, spaghetti sauce, spaghetti, hamburger helper, cookies, hash, stew, chicken and dumplings, oranges, apples, jelly, canned milk, peanut butter, and lots of candies. These were the nicest food boxes we have ever had at Christmas. The donations we received for food made these bags possible.

“The day of the giveaway the lady from the Scholastic Company came with 10 others to help. They said they were in shock at the lines, the poor, and the poverty in south Arkansas they did not know existed. They were so touched by the experience and said it had changed their lives forever. We had many Spanish speaking families that showed up for gifts for their children and food. They could speak no English and we can’t speak Spanish. But one of the men that came with the Scholastic Company spoke Spanish and we were able to help all the Mexican families!

”We also gave away tons of used clothing, blankets, bedding, furniture, shoes, and much more. We are really starting the year off with empty gym tables, and full hearts. We thank every one that helped us make this Christmas a wonderful day where the poor child, parents, and elderly could feel loved and have a day of hope filled happiness. Thank you. Joannie Cayce.”

Arkansas ranks 50th in child poverty. Please give it some thought. See you next time.

GOD HEALS, Where Angels Walk, Oct.13,2013

 

Hello, friends and angel-lovers.  I spent a blessed weekend with a group of Milwaukee women  who gathered for fellowship and prayer.  The day was full of sunshine and joy, especially when Bishop Donald Hying gave his inspiring talk.  All in all, especially nice for me, since I don’t travel or give speeches anymore.  I have Parkinson’s, and much as I love yakking in front of a microphone, it’s a little too difficult to carry on the way I’ve done for the past twenty-five years or so.

The best guestimate is that my Parkinson’s started about 2006 or so, with symptoms getting more specific as time passed.  Originally I only told my family, concerned that they would be devastated.  (Actually, they just wondered if I would still be driving everyone’s carpools).   My long-term friends were next, and half couldn’t remember the name of the disease…  From that point on I told people only on a “need to know” basis, until now.

Fortunately (or maybe not) Parkinson’s  hasn’t affected my writing, and my goal for the next several years remains the same: tell the angel stories to those who will listen.  I have this column where people can tune in for a weekly story.   I have two family humor books, and nine angel/miracle books in a series.  Spinoffs such as audio versions or translations happen frequently, and as technology continues its wild and crazy ride, I expect we will all scramble to keep up.

So nothing really different is going to happen here.  I’ll be cutting back on certain chores (maybe cooking?) and you’ll ask an occasional friend to join our mailing list www.joanwanderson.com

You will continue to receive the weekly story at no charge. If I need your support for a project (a new book?), you’ll buy it if you can, or alert your public library or…(very important)…give it as a gift.  In spreading the word, you may be changing the world.

Depressed about your cross?

To the Angel of the Crosses, the lonely traveler came.

“My cross is far too heavy, my back is sore, I’m lame..

“Please, do you have a smaller one that I can change for mine?”

The Angel turned and pointed to eight crosses, all in a line.

The Traveler looked so carefully at each cross that was there

They all looked so much heavier than the one he’d had to bear.

At last he found a lighter load. “Please, this small one instead?”

“Why, that’s the cross you came with,” the Angel gently said.

 

(Not exactly the rights words, but we get the idea.)

 

Where Angels Walk

Annette and Charlie and the children had enjoyed the warm day and the cookout at Grandma’s , but it was getting dark now and time to go home. They would take the long way, Annette thought, which would give everyone a chance to cool down.

“We hadn’t much more than got past the village of Cavendish when the most frightening feeling came over me,” Annette recalls. “I remember saying ‘Oh my God, Charlie, pull over’!” and stop.”

“Huh?’ Charlie looked over at her. “Why?” ”
Just do it!”Annette yelled at him. “Pull the car over and STOP.” By then Annette had had started to cry.”STOP.Charlie. PLEASE…or we’re going to die!” she begged.

Charlie pulled into the parking lot of a store across the street, and stopped, slamming on the brakes and nearly throwing everyone onto the floor.”What is your problem?” he yelled back at Annette.
Charlie had little or no patience for anything that involved religion or prayer. There was no way Annette could explain to him the intensity, the dark fear which seemed to come out of nowhere, with no reason for it all. Instead, she ran to the edge of the road and tried to flag down an oncoming car. “It had two elderly people in it, but it didn’t stop,” Annette recalls. No matter how much she screamed, yelled or waved,the car continued past her,

By now the children were awake and obviously frightened. “Why is Mommy crying?” their oldest daughter pleaded. “What’s the matter?” “”Your mother and I are just having an argument.”
Charlie hated to fight in front of the kids, even though he was still furious. He took a couple of deep breaths, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the highway. Annette was still shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm.
“Everybody just quiet down,” Charlie sighed, taking his own advice. “Nothing is the matter.’

The family continued down Route 131. This whole scene had taken probably five minutes. Another five minutes passed, and by now the atmosphere inside the car was calming. Whatever Mom was afraid of….

Suddenly Charlie hit the brakes and came to a screeching stop. Directly in front of them was a three car pile up, a deadly accident that involved the elderly couple Annette had tried to flag down. Stunned, Charlie surveyed the scene. A truck driver was already there and had seen the whole thing happen. He had radioed for help over his CB radio. Two cars filled with young teenagers and teenage drivers had tried to pass the truck on a blind curve and driven head on into the car with the elderly couple in it. They died and there were multiple injuries among the other passengers.

“How?” Charlie kept asking Annette. “How did you know?” If it hadn’t been his wife…  She shook her head. “I don’t know. I think an angel told me, or maybe Jesus. I really don’t know.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I think we had a guardian angel in the car with us.”

“That is crazy”, he said, “but if you believe it…” He shook his head in disbelief, “I’m not going to argue with you.” The children sat perfectly silent and perfectly still, not a single peep was heard from the back seat. It was the beginning of Charlie’s new life.
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Copyright 2013 by Joan Wester Anderson. Published by Joan Wester Anderson, P.O. Box 127, Prospect Heights, IL 60070. For more stories of God’s love, check the blog at http://www.joanwanderson.com.

Angel in the Rain

Hello, friends. Today the text on this message should be a little easier to read. The “block effect” should also be better. A techie I am not:

Jeannette B. and her husband had looked forward to their trip to Austria for several years. And when they boarded the plane, both could hardly believe it. True, they were not experienced travelers nor did they speak German, but Jeannette felt certain they could handle any mishap that came along. They, and their guardian angels.

By a few days later, Jeannette’s confidence had completely eroded. Not only was the weather cold and rainy, she had misread the map and had no idea where to find the rental house where they had planned to stay that night. Now with night approaching, Jeannette sat in the rental car and started to cry. They were hungry, cold, tired, and in a deserted neighborhood. Soon it would be too dark to see anything. “Oh, God,” she prayed, “please send your angels to guide us.”

No bolts of lightening appeared. But as Jeannette peered out the dark window, she thought she saw a figure. Yes! There was a nicely-dressed man standing at the front of the car. What was he doing here? Up to no good? But she and her husband were so exhausted that she would take a risk and ask him for directions.

“But the man already knew what I wanted,” Jeannette says. “Before I could speak, he smiled at me, and in English, said “You are beautiful!” Jeanne was astonished. But despite the oddness of it all, she rolled down the window, and felt a certain warmth, as if the man was sending her a smile

The stranger pointed to the intersection. “There is your house,” he told them. “Right around the corner.”

By now, Jeannette was thoroughly confused. But hadn’t she asked for angels to guide them? Within a few minutes she and her relieved husband had walked the short distance to the house and discovered that it was the one they had been looking for. Better still, the rest of their trip was perfect, thanks in part to the mysterious man.

“I had asked God to send angels to guide us,” Jeannette says, “and He certainly did. What ordinary human could stand out in the rain—and yet not get the slightest bit wet?”

Next week, something new!

Angel in the Rain

Hello, friends. Today the text on this message should be a little easier to read. The “block effect” should also be better. A techie I am not:

Jeannette B. and her husband had looked forward to their trip to Austria for several years. And when they boarded the plane, both could hardly believe it. True, they were not experienced travelers nor did they speak German, but Jeannette felt certain they could handle any mishap that came along. They, and their guardian angels.

By a few days later, Jeannette’s confidence had completely eroded. Not only was the weather cold and rainy, she had misread the map and had no idea where to find the rental house where they had planned to stay that night. Now with night approaching, Jeannette sat in the rental car and started to cry. They were hungry, cold, tired, and in a deserted neighborhood. Soon it would be too dark to see anything. “Oh, God,” she prayed, “please send your angels to guide us.”

No bolts of lightening appeared. But as Jeannette peered out the dark window, she thought she saw a figure. Yes! There was a nicely-dressed man standing at the front of the car. What was he doing here? Up to no good? But she and her husband were so exhausted that she would take a risk and ask him for directions.

“But the man already knew what I wanted,” Jeannette says. “Before I could speak, he smiled at me, and in English, said “You are beautiful!” Jeanne was astonished. But despite the oddness of it all, she rolled down the window, and felt a certain warmth, as if the man was sending her a smile

The stranger pointed to the intersection. “There is your house,” he told them. “Right around the corner.”

By now, Jeannette was thoroughly confused. But hadn’t she asked for angels to guide them? Within a few minutes she and her relieved husband had walked the short distance to the house and discovered that it was the one they had been looking for. Better still, the rest of their trip was perfect, thanks in part to the mysterious man.

“I had asked God to send angels to guide us,” Jeannette says, “and He certainly did. What ordinary human could stand out in the rain—and yet not get the slightest bit wet?”

Next week, something new!

Where Angels Walk, June 28,2013

Hello, friends. At least the long, lazy (and sometimes wet) days have arrived. I’ll be adding some new people to our angel list, but that’s about as active as I’d like any of us to be, for now.

Here’s an example of what I mean:

“Your discussion of angels and near death experiences is very close to me,” says 77-year-old Don Hildebrand,a retired lawyer with 42 years of trial experience. “I have been all over the world, in one hundred or more countries,” he says, “and thought I had seen everything, even two weeks on an ice-breaker in Anarctica.” But Don’s world and travel experiences took on a new meaning at 2:30 am in the intensive care room at Vanderbilt hospital in Nashville.

“I had been in abdominal surgery seven hours and my guts were all over the table,” Don says. “The records show I had a “lavage”. I had also “crossed over” for I was at the gates of heaven and surrounded by gigantic angels who were guarding the gates.”

When we hear of near death experiences, the main character is usually arriving in Paradise, thrilled beyond belief. Don’s event was different. The angels fluttered around him in a light so bright that it appeared silver. But they would not let him in! Desperately, Don tried to take command of his surroundings and go to the gates. Nothing changed and soon the vision was gone.

“The experience is as real as if it occurred a few minutes ago,” Don says today. Despite what happened, he has absolutely no fear of death and will welcome it at the appointed hour. ‘I now spend my time reading, writing and doing a TV legal talk show which I have been doing for 19 years.’” From time to time, Don also appears on radio shows to discuss NDEs, his own and others.

“Do I believe in angels and near death experiences? You bet your life I do.” he says. “I’ve been all over the world—and out of it too..’

This is a puzzle, isn’t it? What is the purpose of a band of angels, especially when no message seems to be given? Should the recipient begin to worry about his spiritual life?

As always, we’ll probably have to wait until God decides to tell us!
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Copyright 2013 by Joan Wester Anderson. Published by Joan Wester Anderson, P.O. Box 127, Prospect Heights, IL 60070. For more stories of God’s love, check the blog at http://www.joanwanderson.com.

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