Any true Angel Stories out there?

[Simon_X]

I’ve been reading these forums since about January. And, I must say, very surprised by the absence of Threads about Angels (other than St Micheal).

So, here goes…

Anyone have any authentic stories about being assisted by an angel (or maybe one disguised as a stranger)?

Please, lets stay away from the New Age Stuff. Stick with real Catholic experiences. ****

 

[MarcoPolo]

Al Kresta twice interviewed author Joan Wester Anderson who shared stories of angel encounters.

December 13, 2007 episode (2nd half of the hour)
May 7, 2007 episode (2nd half of the hour)

 

[Fergal]

Here is my story as it appeared on SPIRITDAILY.COM in 2004

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**From Fatima To N.Y., Readers Continue To Report The Aid Of Mysterious Strangers **
***By Michael H. Brown ***
Yes, they go on: angel stories. We have collected a sheaf of them. And the similarities remain dramatic. We’ll be sharing them from time to time. The essential message is that in times of emergency, God and His messengers are watching.
There can be no doubt that something very unusual occurs in the way of mysterious strangers who help those in need, and there can be no doubt that they are especially with us in times of distress. Sometimes we actually encounter them!
Take it from Fergal O’Neill, in County Kildare, Ireland. “Let me share an angel story with you that occurred at the Shrine of our Lady of the Rosary at Fatima,” he writes. "I was on the final day of my seven-day pilgrimage to Fatima and at this point had not attended Confession. I was determined to do so in the time remaining. I had about an hour to sort it out before our bus left for Lisbon.
"We were due to leave Fatima at 10 a.m. I went to breakfast and told my friends I had one last important job to do before I left and it entailed visiting the Sanctuary. One of my friends was delighted to learn that I was going down to the site of the apparitions one last time as she had forgotten to leave down some petitions she received from friends back in Ireland. I took them and shoved them in my back pocket. I sorted out my luggage, left it in the departure area of the hotel, and off I went.
"I arrived at the Chapel of Apparitions to ask Our Blessed Mother to help me make a good Confession and then left to visit the Chapel of Reconciliation. When I got there I was delighted to see that there were only two people in the Chapel and I knew it would be possible to make an unhurried prayerful Confession.
"I searched along the long line of Confessionals to discover that no English-speaking priests were present to hear Confession. My heart sank. Nearly all confessionals read ‘Portuguese’ or ‘Italiana.’ I went out to the foyer to see the list of languages available that morning and English was not listed.
"Imagine my horror when I realized that I had left it for far too late. It was now twenty minutes to departure time and I just had no time left. I turned to return to my hotel and had taken about ten steps when I remembered that I had a list of petitions to deliver to Our Blessed Mother. I just had to return and at least fulfill that promise to my friend. I did so in haste running across the Sanctuary and slowing down as I approached the *capelinha. *
"As I was running I remember trying to make excuses as to why I left it so late to go to Confession. I also remember saying as I was running, ‘Lord, You know I just don’t want Confession, I desire it with all my heart.’ These words must have reverberated in Heaven. I left the list of petitions to the guard on duty and I was turning to leave the little Chapel when I heard the words 'Try the Chapel of Reconciliation again.’ I looked at the clock; it was a little after 9.45 a.m.; we were leaving at 10 a.m.!
"No way would I have time, but again in my heart I heard, ‘Try the Chapel of Reconciliation again.’ My heart realized that God had planned something so I ran.
"When I entered the Chapel of Reconciliation there was no one there except for one priest in white (I now believe it was an angel) sitting facing the door looking out at me. Anyone who knows this Chapel will know that usually people sit with their backs to the door. I stopped and looked at him and without delay he smiled and said *‘English?’ I said ‘yes,’ and again he smiled and beckoned me into the confessional with him. I was so delighted and amazed that God had arranged this!
"I knelt down to begin with the sign of the Cross and then the usual ‘Bless me Father’…when he stopped me and said, please don’t rush I want to pray with you…I want to pray for you… let’s pray together…(of course inside my head I was aware of the impending deadline of 10 a.m. which must have been so close now). He seemed to be aware that I had gone through physical suffering and wanted to pray for that… He seemed to know I was married and prayed for that and my children… Then after a little more prayer, he said, ‘Now please continue with your Confession.’
"On saying this he closed his eyes and sat up so erect in his chair as if he was lifting his mind to the heavens. Usually, face-to-face Confession involves a lot of eye contact, but this was different. I confessed, realizing all the time that this was something special. The blessing he gave at the end was like nothing I had received before…so slow…so majestic… and so, so peaceful. ‘Go in peace,’ *he told me and I thanked him.
"We left the Confessional together and I thanked him again, turned to bow to the Cross, and when I turned back to smile at him there was no sign of him anywhere.
"I got such a shock that I walked briskly out into the foyer to see if I could see him leaving but nothing… nowhere. Now a very strange realization began to grow in my heart that it was all staged on God’s terms. I knelt and said my penance and once again I was made aware of the time and the bus and the folks at the hotel waiting impatiently for me.
"I left the Chapel in such a hurry and turned to the clock and to my utter amazement it was only 9:50 a.m.
“I cannot account for the time. Under normal circumstances it should have been after 10 a.m. I knew that God had made the time simply because of my desire. I was able to walk back to the bus and as I arrived they were saying their goodbyes, bus filled and all were just ready to leave. The two hour journey to Lisbon was one of silence for me – silence from realizing what had just occurred and of course silence in my heart as an answer to the question just who was my confessor?”

*March 2004 *

 

[Cat]

Years ago, my husband and I had an experience that I believe was of angels. We were Protestant at the time, involved with a Christian and Missionary Alliance Church in North Carolina.

We were very involved in the pro-life movement in our city, and often my letters to the editor would appear in the newspaper.

One summer night, around 10:30 P.M., we received a phone call from one of the pastors in the city who was a supporter of abortion rights, often marching with NARAL and other pro-abortion groups, as well as publishing letters and columns in the newspaper advocating abortion.

Yes, a pastor, a Southern Baptist Church pastor. Sad, isn’t it?

He called us at 10:30 P.M.–very late, too late for common politeness. He proceeded to tear us to shreds verbally for our pro-life work. He was like an insane person spewing vile words and accusations against us and the pro-life movement.

As my husband tried to get a word in edgewise and I stood close to my husband listened to the words of hate, I started shivering and shaking with cold. I felt a freezing wind blowing through our family room, and I KNEW that there were demons in our house as a result of this pastor’s phone call.

I knew it because the pastor of our good church had been a missionary in Viet Nam for 17 years, and he had told us that when demons were present, they were manifested with COLD, not heat. In the tropical climate of Viet Nam, cold is not normal, and that’s how the Christians knew that a presence was demonic.

When I realized that there were demons in our house, I immediately ran out of the room and down to hall to the bedrooms where our daughters were sleeping. I intended to defend our little babies against these demons with whatever weapons I could muster. I was shivering so hard that my teeth were chattering.

But when I arrived at their doors and started to enter, I discovered that there were columns of warm air in front of the doors. The columns were very distinct–there were boundaries. I could pass my hand back and forth and feel where the cold air ended and the warm air began.

I knew that these were angels sent by God to protect our daughters from the pro-death demons that this pastor had infected our home with. I KNEW it.

As soon as his call ended, the demons left the house, and the columns of warm air were gone.

We continued to do pro-life work, but we were never bothered by this pastor again.

 

[santodomingo]

Hello everyone,
Personally I´ve had no angel experiences (although I have had other amazing experiences of God, but that´s for another post). There is , however, a great book in Spanish called “Un Mensajero en la Noche”, which could be translated as “A Menssenger in the Night”, by María Vallejo-Nágera. I hope there are some spanish speakers on this forum who will be able to get hold of this book and enjoy it as much as I did.

It´s based on a true story that was in the British newspapers a few years ago. To sum up the story;

A violent criminal in a maximum security jail receives a visit in his cell in the middle of the night from an angel who announces an encounter with the Lord. The angel disappears as he says “you are now in the presence of the Living God”. The Lord touches the prisoner´s mouth (as in the book of Ezequiel) and heals him instantaneously.

To cut a long story short, this man ends up in a monastery as a benedictine monk. Up till his death, shortly after his interviews with the author, he sees “his” angel on a daily basis. The book is a beautiful story of a miraculous event that teaches us that there is hope for everyone.

 

[Summer_Girl]

My angel story also concerns Our Lady of Fatima The statue of our Lady of Fatima that travels around the world came to our parish. We listened to the story of Fatima, prayed the rosary and had a prayer service where everyone was encouraged to write down and leave petitions for Our Lady to pray for. One of my friends was pregnant and had become very ill and had to be hospitalized. She recovered but the doctors told her that because she had been so ill during that point of her pregnancy the child would either be severely brain damaged or have serious heart defects. So of course, I asked Our Lady that my friends child would be born healthy. That night I awoke filled with a sense of peace and wonder and while I did not see an angel, I felt his presence and “heard” him speaking (it was like hearing your own voice when your thinking-but it wasn’t my voice it was his.) I knew that he was an angel who attended Our Lady and he said very simply, “Because of your faith, and the faith of your community many prayers will be answered this night.” Then he was gone. I sat for a few moments filled with such a sense of peace and then I got up because I could not possibly sleep after such a wonderful moment. A few months later my friend’s child was born with absolutely no problems the doctors were totally surprised, but I wasn’t

 

[tamie]

I have a story. Years ago, when I lived in Colorado I was driving from the neighboring town back home in a snow storm that got worse the further I drove. For a long time I was the only one on the road. I was thinking of stopping in the small town between my home town and the one I had just left, when out of nowhere a truck came up behind me and passed me. I couldn’t see who was in the truck because is was snowing so bad and it was at night, but I could see the tail lights. I decided to follow those tail lights. They seemed to stay the same distance from my car no matter how slow I was going. Those lights led me up a notorious hill that was very slick, and is know for having lots of accidents especially in the winter. At the top of the hill the road loops to the left and goes down the other side to the valley floor. By the time I got to the top, the snow was not as bad. Once I rounded the crest of the hill, I had a clear shot of the road for several miles down the hill and across the valley. It stopped snowing and the truck had disappeared! At the time I was so grateful that I had made it through the storm that it did not occur to me that it was an Angel, but later on, while talking to some people about Angels, I realized I had been led through that storm by an Angel.

 

[CB_Catholic]

This incident happened when I was a small child, about 6 yrs. old, in about 1954. My Mother had divorced my Father because of a serious alcohol addiction and was left to raise my brother and I on her very small income–in short, we had no money, and my Father was not paying any child support. One evening a beggar came to the door (which was not uncommon in those days) and said he had nothing to eat. My mother had about 25 cents worth of change in her purse and debated giving it to him, because of our situation, but decided to give it to him because at least we had a place to sleep.

The gentleman thanked her, walked down the steps and turned on to the sidewalk and disappeared before her eyes. He just wasn’t there anymore!!! She ran to try to see him, but he was gone.

The very next day a check came in the mail for back child support payments that had been withheld from my Father’s salary. From that time on, we were never destitute again, through various events. We still were poor, but our needs were met–we always had food, clothes, and shelter. The history of these events is long and I’m not going to list them; suffice it to say God provided for our needs. Today my Mother is 81 years old and still talks about the “angel” that came to the door. She believes it was a major test in her life, and I have to agree. My Mother today is comfortable financially, and just as generous as she was then.

I remember this incident, but am fuzzy as to what the beggar looked like. But maybe I will meet him someday in heaven and thank him.

 

[puzzleannie]

I’ve been reading these forums since about January. And, I must say, very surprised by the absence of Threads about Angels (other than St Micheal).

that is surprising, given that searching on angel or angels (thread titles only) brings up at least 12 pages of threads

just responded with a true angel story on a thread in the last couple of weeks, so will pass on this thread, hope you get some good stuff

just remembered another story, hope I haven’t told it here before, but guess senior members may have the privilege of repeating themselves

whether it was an angel (my view) or Santa and Mrs. Claus (my daughter’s view) I can’t say but a lovely couple with country accents and clothing stopped and helped us in the freeway between Raleigh and Durham during a freak early Dec. snowstorm. we had run out of gas because of my getting lost on their crazy inner-and outer belt system, and stalled just past the zone covered by emergency phones. they took us for gas, took us back to fill our tank, saw us safely back to the filling station and on our way. they had snow white hair, and man had a full beard. they would not accept any money, even a gift for their grandchildren, or payment for the gas (they would not allow us to pay). but their truck had a sign for a heating a/c company. we looked it up in the phone book, thinking to send a check after the fact, but no listing, nothing on the internet for that company anywhere in NC. maybe they just have nice people in NC, but when their truck pulled out of the gas station, it left no tracks in the snow.

 

[historyb]

I’ve been reading these forums since about January. And, I must say, very surprised by the absence of Threads about Angels (other than St Micheal).

So, here goes…

Anyone have any authentic stories about being assisted by an angel (or maybe one disguised as a stranger)?

Please, lets stay away from the New Age Stuff. Stick with real Catholic experiences.

Three and they are long. All before I became Catholic but still a Christian.

The first one was when my parents and me were driving a couple to the airport. It was very windy day and we had a van that was being blown around. I was siting in the back facing the sliding door, my neighbor and mom were sitting next to me. We saw the window crinkle like paper and than my mom got a blanket that was on the floor and threw it over us, it did not reach me though. As I looked up there was this huge transparent hand in front of my face and at that moment the window blew in but the glass hit the hand and fall on the floor and around me. When we got home we found glass in my pants but no cuts.

The second one happened thusly, I was between paychecks at college and too proud to have my parents send me money. My friend wanted to go out to a record store and asked me to go along, I told him sure but that I didn’t have no money. He said that’s fine so we went and on the way he stopped at the bank. So he pulled in to the bank parking lot and there was a bum standing by the doors and when my friend went in he came to me and ask for a penny. One penny and I couldn’t even offer him that, I looked all over the truck, I said I am sorry I have nothing. So he went back to the front door and ask my friend for a penny and he said he would be back. We went down the street to a McDonald’s because he gave bums food not money to support their alcohol habit.

We got there and looked at me and said if you were ordering what would you get. I told him a big mac with cheese meal and that what he ordered. We went back to the bank and he was gone, so we went all the way down to Disneyland (this happened in Anaheim) and could see him anywhere. So we went back to the bank and the car next to where we parked the first time was still there. My friend ask her if she had seen that bum and she said she had seen no one and that she seen me talking out my window and him mumbling to himself as he came out of the bank. We went the other way and no one seen a bum, he pulled over and ask me if I was hungry. I said yes and told him I had no food and had to wait for the cafeteria to open that night to eat. He said the food was always for you and that had to be an angel, I got a mini lecture on pride too.

The third incident was when my College went on a mission trip to help fix some buildings in Mexico, it was our day to goof around and so my friend were pushing me in my wheelchair and we were having fun. My friend and me decided to run, well he ran and I got pushed real fast. We didn’t know there was speed bump coming up and hit it. I went flying out of my chair and all of a sudden stopped and was very lightly placed on the ground. So lightly in fact that it didn’t feel like I flew out of my wheelchair at all. My friends said all of a sudden a giant man appeared and lowered me to the ground.

These are my experiences with Angels.