Angel On Board - Real Life Stories
A collection of non-fiction - incredible stories of encounters with Angels and other paranormal phenomenon.
Angels and Awakenings: Stories of the Miraculous
This wide-ranging collection indicates how deeply the angelic realm has affected modern writers.
The Voice Across the Veil
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The Book of Angels
The world the archangels represent is unlike any you know, full of heroism and drama and the Book of Angels shines light on the angel lore hidden away for eons in forgotten writings. Stunningly illustrated by Ruth Thompson.
How to Hear Your Angels
A step by step guide to clearly receive angelic messages. Doreen Virtue s workshops have been teaching everyday people this talent for many years. Doreen is by far, the most knowledgable expert in this field.
Spirit Guides and Angel Guardians
Contact Your Invisible Helpers
The Encyclopedia of Angels
An amazing array of information presented about all the angel types and by name. Includes references to biblical and scholarly sources, matches information provided in other publications. All descriptions are concise.
An Introduction to Connecting, Working, and Healing with the Angels
How to Connect Closely with Archangels Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Others for Healing, Protection, and Guidance
A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back
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Help Me Angels
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Angel Numbers 101
The Meaning of 111, 123, 444, and Other Number Sequences
Heart-Warming Stories of Divine Influence and Protection
Touched by an Angel
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Who They Are and How They Help--What the Bible Reveals
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Angel On Board - A look at life from the other side...
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Many people arrived all at once, Glory and the family among them. Peter and Melinda herded the children to their seats. Jeremi held Glory on one side, Sarah on the other as they walked her down the aisle to the front of the church.
Many people stopped Glory on her way. They gave her hugs or kissed her. She was becoming overwhelmed, so Jeremi, politely, headed off the rest of the well-wishers by making eye contact with them or by giving subtle hand gestures that Glory was oblivious to.
They sat down in the front pew. Sarah sat on one side of Glory, Jeremi on the other. Peter and Melinda sat next to Sarah. Vivian and her husband sat right behind Glory. Vivian touched Glory's shoulder and Glory patted Vivian's hand. It was an unspoken moment of understanding between best friends.
All of their angels sat on their shoulders, with the exception of Naomi who knelt at Glory's feet and held hands with her and Sarah. Glory was well taken care of.
I went up to the pulpit and stood behind it. It was a familiar physical perspective, but a very, very different spiritual one. Some people looked up at the pulpit with a longing. I could tell they wanted a sign that I was with them.
It was Sarah's turn for a gift; she needed to hear her favorite hymn. The organist, Lucille, was about to start another song for her prelude. She organized and situated herself. This was going to be easy. Glory and Peter had picked out the songs for the service, but for Sarah's sake, there was going to be a change in the program.
If Lucille was true to form, she had a meticulously written list of songs with their titles and their numbers. She followed it carefully for every service she played. All I had to do was to change the number. I knew by heart the number of the hymn I wanted. I had sung it a million times, but it held so much more meaning now. I touched her piece of paper and the number for the next song changed. It even still looked like it was in her handwriting. This angel business was incredibly fun! Sheila joined me behind Lucille. We both watched her as she opened her hymnal to the next number on her list. She looked at the book and realized the title was different than what she had written. She looked through her glasses at it, then she looked over her glasses at it. She looked back at the number and back at the book. She sat there perplexed for a couple of moments, before she made a command decision. She always was very professional. I knew she'd avoid fumbling through the index of the book looking for the original song's number. I could hear her mutter to herself. "I could've swore I looked that up last night. Well, Martin liked this hymn, too. This is for you, my dear brother Harper."
"Good girl," I said and kissed her on the cheek.
"Let's sing it for them, Dad," Sheila said. The angels who love to sing joined us on the altar, together in a heavenly choir. We all joined in singing the spiritual.
"Shall we gather at the river, the beautiful, the beautiful river. Gather with the Saints at the river, that flows by the throne of God." It was so much fun to sing. The angels in the congregation swayed and clapped along with the singing. Many people in the congregation hummed along with the angels' singing. My family and friends could hear the singing in their minds, although I knew their minds interpreted it as a memory of when they had heard it before.
A tear rolled down Sarah's cheek and a slight smile started to form on one side of her mouth. She sang lightly along with us. Just like at the dinner table when the mood lightened when the angels laughed, this mood grew more peaceful when the angels sang. It was just the touch that was needed.
When the song ended, Lucille looked over at Glory and their eyes met. Lucille shrugged her shoulders and Glory let her know it was okay that she'd played that song instead of the one Glory and Peter had planned. Lucille sighed with relief that Glory approved of the improptu program change. With a little apprehension, Lucille turned to the next song that was on her list; fortunately, its title matched. She clasped her hands quickly. "Praise Jesus," she said low under her breath. Then she began to play a mellow and slow version of "The Old Rugged Cross."
The service was about to start. I took my seat where I always had, behind the pulpit. My dear friend and associate pastor, Brother Hamilton, sat right beside me. He prayed quietly, under his breath. "Father, please give me the strength to carry the family through this service. May we do all in our power to glorify you, while we here gather to honor Martin's memory, one of your newest angels. In Jesus' name, amen."
"Amen," I said with him.
He took a deep breath and went to the pulpit. He began strong. He came out of the gate preaching. "Friends! We are gathered here today to pay tribute to our dearly departed husband, father, grandfather, brother, friend and pastor, Martin Harper. Friends, I tell you, this is a glad day! This is a day to Praise God for allowing us to have such a wonderful man in our midst for as long as he allowed us Brother Harper!"
A light chorus of "amens" and "praise Jesus" resounded.
"We should be grateful for our Brother Harper has passed through the gates of Heaven! Oh, yes! Let's be glad for Brother Harper, for he is in a better place. He has angel wings and is with his lovely daughter Sheila once again! They are rejoicing in Heaven surrounded by love."
There was a "hallelujah" or two, but the congregation was slow catching up to his level of energy and calls for celebration.
"Friends, Brother Harper was a good man. He had a wonderful family. He had a beautiful wife."
Peter, Jeremi and Sarah said, "Amen!"
"That's right, could I have an Amen? Brother Harper had a beautiful wife!"
And everyone said, "Amen."
"He had two strong sons! He had two beautiful daughters. He was as blessed as a man could be with a loving family. Can I get an Amen?!"
Everyone said a slightly more enthusiastic, "Amen."
"He led this church through lean times and good times. He was there, for you Brother Lester, when your house burned down, working right beside you, helping you rebuild, right?" Brother Lester nodded in agreement.
"And he was there, for you Sister Foster, holding your hand all night long at the hospital after Walter's accident?" Lucille nodded, too.
"And for you, Brother," he pointed at the next unsuspecting soul in the congregation, "And for you, Sister. And we were there for him and Sister Harper throughout their daughter's illness and untimely death?" All the church said, "Yes, Lord!"
Glory put her hands up in the air and joined in the answer.
"He was as blessed as a man could be, with true friends."
And the congregation said, "Amen."
"Each and everyone of us, have some special moment, some memory, that only you and Brother Harper share. Yes?" He waited for a moment, until he got a response from the congregation. "That moment, those moments, those times, those memories, that is the way to keep Brother Harper with us always. Let us pause in prayer, then lift our voice in song, as Sister Foster leads us in playing a song that Brother Harper led us in many times, celebrating the tie we share with him forever-'Blest Be The Tie That Binds.'"
We'd sung that song so many times as a congregation that nobody needed a hymnal. Lucille could even have played it from memory.
When the song ended, Peter walked up to the pulpit, put his handkerchief back in his pocket on the way. He looked around at everybody there and then he took a long, deep breath. He started out reserved and quiet. "I want to thank you all for coming today and for the support you have given us over the past several days. My mother also expresses her gratitude for all your kindness." Glory turned in her seat and nodded back at everyone, then looked back at Peter. "I know that my father would want us to be joyous right now, especially because we are all together, but that's hard to do." He paused for a moment and swallowed hard. "I want to be happy for him, for he is in the Promised Land." The "Amens" and "praise God's" kept coming and as they did Peter got stronger and stronger. "He has gone on, yet he is still here with with us." He patted his left jacket pocket which is where I know he'd put the feather I had given him. "I know he's here, right now, with us and showering his love all over us right now. He's probably sitting in his chair right back here"--he pointed me out--"and saying 'Now go on. Quit your crying. I taught you better than that!' And he did. He taught us better. He taught us so much. He taught us how to love one another. He taught us how to love the Lord and put him first and sit back and watch Jesus and his angels take care of us! He taught us how to be strong in adversity. He taught us how to accept help when the strength had left us. He raised us to be proud of who we were and what we were a part of, our family, our church, our neighborhood, our world. He would want us to remember that--always!" He stopped abruptly. He began again quietly. "Today we come to honor my father, our father, my mother's husband, our pastor and the best example I've ever seen of what a real man is." He stopped, looked down at the coffin and said, "I promise, Dad--" but he stopped short and turned around and looked at me in my chair instead, "I promise, Dad, I will try to be the best father I can. I will do it by living your example and remembering all you taught me, so that I can teach it to my children. We all miss you, Dad, and love you so much." He took his handkerchief back out of his pocket, wiped his face with it as he went back to his seat.
"I'm so proud of you, son," I said right back.
Brother Hamilton went back up to the pulpit. "Thank you, Peter," he began. "Please remember, whenever your heart gets heavy with the burden of your life, that whatever troubles you face, whatever loss you have suffered, in the words of another of Brother Harper's favorite hymns, 'Heaven bears up all of Earth's sorrows.'" He nodded over to Lucille, who began to play the intro. "Let's join together now, praising God, the father Almighty and His only son Jesus Christ our Lord, in celebration of the wonderful life of our beloved Brother in Christ." The organ turned up the volume and the congregation sang out loud with a strong and stirring rendition of "How Great Thou Art." The angels sang right beside their charges. I know all of Heaven could hear.
When the song ended, Brother Hamilton said, "Graveside services will be following directly. Then we are all invited to a reception at Sister Vivian Peterson's house to visit with the family." He raised both hands out high in front of him and began preaching his benediction. "God's peace be with you all until we meet again. In the holy name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen and Amen!"
And that was that. My funeral was over. It was a beautiful service. I wanted it to keep going. I guess I really just wanted all the love in this room to remain as strong as it was this very moment. It felt so wonderful. It was humbling to be the focus of so much love. I did have a wonderful life on earth. I was blessed. I was truly blessed.
One by one my friends filed past the casket. Most of them touched it, very delicately and lovingly and said how much they missed me. As each one filed by, I kissed them, hugged them, patted them on the back or showed some other form of affection that we would have shown to each other during my life on Earth. After they filed by the coffin, they greeted Glory, Peter, Jeremi and Sarah with hugs, support and friendship. Most of them said, "If there's anything, anything, I can do, please let me know." Glory was gracious, but this was all very wearing on her. She was very tired. Finally the last one made their way by and left.
Then it was Glory, Peter, Jeremi, Sarah, Viv, the good reverend, and all the angels gathered around the casket. One by one they took each other's hand and stood there in silence. We angels stood in a protective ring around them. I was right with Glory. Everyone, even the angels were completely silent.
Suddenly, Glory broke down and cried on the casket. Both Peter and Jeremi, who were on either side of her, put their arms around her. Sarah and Viv reached over the men to touch her. All the angels did the same.
"Give her strength, Lord. Please!" I begged.
With a sudden splendor, the sun broke through the clouds and through the windows very brightly. It lit up the golden cross that was on the back wall of the altar. Peter felt a sudden warmth and looked up to see the cross as it radiated the light. Then Sarah saw it, then Jeremi, then Viv.
"Mama," Peter whispered.
She looked up and saw the beautifully sunlit cross. She stopped crying and gasped.
A strong soothing voice, heard with the ears of the angels and with the hearts of those living said, "Let my Father's perfect peace be upon you. Find comfort in your faith and know that I am with you, always."
"Thank you," I whispered humbly, trembling.
"Peace be on you as well, Martin. Your prayers are heard and answered. These angels have been sent to look over your family, as you have requested all of your life and as you have requested now. They will be safe. They will be strong. Take comfort in your faith and know that I am always with you, too."
Tears began to roll down my cheeks. I was overwhelmed. I could barely speak, but I managed to whisper, "Thank you, Jesus."
The beautiful glow on the cross started to slowly fade away. Glory and everyone there, who had been awestruck by its beauty, began to gather themselves back together. Silently and as close as they could be to one another, they left the church and loaded into the waiting cars with the rest of the family for the ride to the cemetery.
The procession was several blocks long. Most of the angels flew a protective circle around the cars. I rode near Glory. She was quiet. She was calm. She was a comfort to me. I put my arm around her and she sighed peacefully. I whispered in her ear. "The Lord promised me that these angels would look after you. They've done a great job so far. I have every confidence they'll do a great job from now on. I love you. I wish I could ease the pain of your missing me."
"What were her choices, Martin?" Mother joined us.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You have to realize that her pain is her choice. The only way for her to avoid this pain right now, would be for her to have loved you with less than her full heart. But she did love you with her full heart - you know she did. If people choose to love in life, when they lose those whom they love, they will have pain. The only other choice is to avoid love, but that is to choose to live in pain. Let her mourn. It's her tribute to you and to your love. She wants to do it. She needs to do it. Soon, her peace will overcome her pain." Mother's voice was so soothing for both me and Glory.
We rode silently the rest of the way to the cemetery.
I thought about what Mother had said. I had to allow them their time to grieve. It was necessary, though incredibly hard to watch. Glory, Sarah, Peter and Jeremi had changed. They accepted the peace that had been bestowed upon them by Jesus. The tears stopped flowing and they stood firm and together, silently, reverently and peacefully.
Finally Brother Hamilton spoke the words I'd spoken over so many in my lifetime: "In grief of your death, but in gratitude for your life and in the pleasure of sharing it with you, we commit your body to be buried. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, rest now at the end of your days on Earth. Rest now, in the hearts and minds of all you love and who loved you."
A few people, mostly my grandchildren, placed flowers on the casket and walked slowly to their cars. Hugs, support and love was exchanged between everyone there. It was touching to watch those whose lives I'd been a part of, give love and comfort to one another.
The cars left for the reception at Vivian's, with angel protection all around them.
I stayed behind and sat down on the cool grass. George stayed with me. "What are you thinking about?"
I looked at him, peculiarly. "You know what I'm thinking. You always have up to now."
"Your mind is so flooded with all sorts of thoughts and it's difficult for me to tell which one is prevailing."
"That's the truth." I did have so many things on my mind. It was hard to sort it all out.
"Funerals are hard days, for both living and angel," he assured me.
I nodded, then asked, "Are you having a hard day?"
"Yes, but yours is probably harder." He put his hand on my shoulder. "Your mind is full of questions. Ask them."
"I have so many questions, it's hard to choose one to begin with. I want them all answered."
"Start with the most important."
"It's about what happened at the church," I said.
"He answered your prayer, Martin. He gave her strength and peace. He appeared to them in a way that they could easily accept and yet they knew it was Him. They will always feel the peace of that moment anytime they remember it. I've seen your prayers answered before, what's so different now?"
"Yes, but I . . ."
"Talked to God?" George finished my sentence. I looked at him, my brow furrowed with a million more questions. "Of course you did." He laughed at me. "You're a new angel! What did you expect? You're in Heaven. Wherever you go, you're in Heaven. You're still thinking like a person, Martin, waiting for some desperate moment to call upon Him. Talk to God anytime you want. Actually, I'm surprised you it took you this long." He chuckled and shook his head. "You'll get the hang of this - sooner than you think."
"I thought He. . . I mean, He's just. . ." My loss for words made me feel so basic.
"He's just what? He's just there whenever you need him. He's just there like He always promised to be. He appeared to you in life, several times. I know because I was there. What's so different?"
"I saw Him. I literally saw God," I said quietly.
"Yes, you did." He was silent for a moment to let me comprehend what I had just said. Then he smiled like a wise grandfather about to bestow the "moral of the story" to a young child. "Do you know what the most beautiful thing about being an angel is, Martin?" I shook my head. "When you were living, you had to walk by faith. Now, as an angel, you get to walk by sight."
The joy of that simple statement was the most profound I'd ever felt. We sat there, I stared into the sky, contemplating all that I had experienced and learned in the last few hours. Sheila was right: It does just keep getting better and better. We sat there just long enough for me to feel rejuvenated. I had places to go!
The festivities were at Viv's, so that's where George and I went. The reception was in full swing. Lovely food, kids playing together and my friends and family talked and told stories. Most everywhere the mood was lively. There were some pockets of people comforting whoever was crying, but they were the exception to the rule here today.
Peter and Jeremi told the story of the cross at the church to anyone who wanted to hear. As soon as they were finished with one group, someone else brought somebody else and said, "Tell them what you told me!" They gladly did.
Glory sat in Viv's most comfortable chair and everyone made sure she was taken care of. Whoever was nearby refilled her plate or glass. They made sure she was comfortable and never alone. Viv was never more than a few feet away, unless she was getting what Glory needed. Naomi held Glory and rocked her from time to time as Naomi felt Glory's mood turn to sorrow. Naomi was quick to get another angel's attention, so that their charge came to visit with Glory. It was abundantly clear that Glory was well taken care of, on all levels.
Slowly people started to drift out. By early evening, it was down to just the family. They were all exhausted. Peter carried his sleeping baby boy out to the car. Jeremi walked out, helping Glory. Everyone followed in a procession, kissed Vivian and thanked her for all she had done. Sarah and a couple of the older girls stayed to help Vivian clean up.
When they got home, Glory took off her coat and her shoes and sat down on the couch. Before the rest of the family even got all the way into the house, she was asleep. They all tiptoed quietly around her and settled into quiet activities.
Peter put his son to bed. He and Melinda started to pack up for the trip back home the next day. Jeremi snuck out to the garage and reappeared after about ten minutes, wiping his mouth and smoking a cigarette. Sarah dragged herself home about an hour later and went to change her clothes but fell asleep on the bed instead.
Jeremi called Jeannie, but just long enough to make arrangements for her to pick them up at the airport the next day. He promised to tell her all about everything when he saw her tomorrow. Then he sat down to watch TV and was asleep before too long, himself.
Finally this day was over.