Story of the Week, April 24, 2010, Are You the One?
Hi, friends. I am busy mailing books to those of you who want them for Mother’s Day. Check the website, http://joanwanderson.com to order, as we still have a few days left. And now the story:
Fran H. has been subscribing to this newsletter since it began, because she is a big fan of angels and saints. In fact, when she was six years old, she slipped into a coma due to encephalitis. In those days, this serious disease took many victims, and things did not look good for Fran. “My dear Mom and Dad prayed with St Theresa, the Little Flower, and today I’m a wife, mother and grandmother,” Fran says. “Do I believe in prayer and angels? You bet!”
People often ask how they can “get in touch with their guardian angel.” Unless you spend time with a friend, it’s difficult to recognize his voice, isn’t it? The same is true with angels: they want to be in touch so they can guide and comfort you, and keep you on the path that leads to God. The more time you spend with them, the closer you will come to that unity. To Fran, it’s natural:
“I was sitting at St. John Neumann’s Shrine on his feast day in the church upstairs,” she says. “There were hundreds of people there, waiting to attend mass, and the choir boys were lining up in the back,” she says. Suddenly Fran got the urge to go to confession before Mass, but there were no lights on in any of the confessionals. (Lights on means a priest is hearing confession inside.) However, she did see a priest coming down the aisle toward her, AWAY from the confessionals. Fran has a deep friendship with her guardian angel, so what happened next was not unusual.
“Angel,” Fran began, “would you please go to the guardian angel of that priest that just passed me? Ask him to go to Our Lady’s Chapel on the side of the church. Oh, and let there be no one there but him, and me.” This was a challenge, she realized. With a crowd like this, many would want to go to confession.
Then, as Fran watched, the priest—who had appeared to be leaving the church—-turned, went up the side aisle to Our Lady’s Chapel, and went in. Quickly, Fran followed him up the aisle, and into the Chapel, where he was standing, looking a bit perplexed.
When he saw her, he smiled. “Hello,” he said. “Are you the woman who asked my angel to tell me to come here for a confession?”
Joy raced through Fran. She was never surprised at what her angel would do for her, but she was always thrilled at how things worked out. “Yes, Father, that’s me,” she said. In complete understanding, priest and penitent celebrated the sacred ritual. “It was a wonderful confession,” Fran says. “And no one came into the Chapel the entire time.”
Start asking your angel for small favors, and be sure to say thank you. Then watch what happens!
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Oh my, what an awesome story! I believe we each have our own angel(s), but never thought how important it is to really talk with them. I mean I kinda’ have talked to mine before, but not really asking for something to happen like that in this story. This is quite amazing!
It does make you what to start a good relationship with your own personal angel(s).
Thanks for such a wonderful story!
God Bless you and your angel,
Debby