Behind the Scenes
The vast majority of "angel activity" seems to occur behind the
scenes. The close call on the expressway, the falling tree that
just misses your house, protection against fierce winds or
rain---we're likely to call these things "lucky breaks" or
instincts. But could they also be due to a cadre of invisible
bodyguards, shunning publicity as they silently guard us from
countless mishaps? Perhaps they prefer that attention be focused
mainly on God (as it should be), and wish only to carry out His
commands, and then fade into the background once again.
A typical example involves Grace Romano of Aztec, New Mexico,
and her family. Her first grandson, Timothy, was born in August,
1992, and turned out to be a very active baby, walking early and
getting into everything. At that time Grace and her husband
lived in a mobile home, and had set up a system for recycling.
"We had two barrels sitting outside one of our windows," she
says. "One held aluminum cans, and the other was for glass.
Timothy's favorite activity was to throw a bottle or can out of
the window into one of the barrels. Of course, one of us was
always with him when he did that."
One day, all of the adults were outside talking with one
another, when they heard a noise coming from inside the mobile
home. Timothy's mother looked inside, and screamed!
Eighteen-month-old Timothy had somehow opened the "recycling"
window and was sitting on the back of the couch, leaning out.
"Timothy!" she cried, just as the toddler fell out the window.
"We all ran for the other side of the house, where the barrels
were," Grace remembers. "There was no way he could have avoided
toppling head first right into the one with all the broken glass
in it." But when the adults got around to the other side,
Timothy was lying on his back inside the barrel, yet apparently
not touching any of the glass beneath him. "It was as if someone
was holding him up," Grace says. "We all saw it. He wasn't even
crying."
Grace lifted him out, and took off his shirt. Not a scratch on
his back. No marks on his arms or legs either. She looked inside
the barrel, right at a piece of jagged glass sticking straight
up. How could Timothy have missed falling on it?
But Grace knew the answer. "I thanked his guardian angel that
day---and everyday since---for watching over him," she says. She
doesn't have to see angels to know they're there.
(c) 2003 Joan Wester Anderson
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