Each of us has a Guardian Angel whose sole job is to guard and enlighten us all our lives, and to escort us to the Lord when we die. St. Padre Pio, who saw and spoke with his Guardian Angel, says we should use the services of our Guardian Angel. I do.
Although all of like to think our loved ones have been saved we actually do not know. Only God knows who is saved. You may be praying to someone in Hell.
You may be praying to someone who is in Hell, but you may be praying to someone in Heaven. Regardless, certainly we have the right to ask those that have gone before us to intercede on our behalf. If this wasn’t the case than what about all of those who pray to those that have died before they were canonized? We wouldn’t have half the saints we do today if people had not prayed for their intercession and then miracles were done through those prayers.
I’m not saying you don’t have that right. What I am saying is that its pretty restrictive if you only pray to loved ones who you don’t even know have been saved or not. Why does everyone think their loved ones have been saved? Only God knows who is saved.
I had to chuckle when I read this i reminded me of me and mother mother visiting the cemetary a few years back. I had never been to the grave of her grandmtoerh my great grandmother I am 46 and she pasted away a few years before I was born. My mother had not been there in years (30 or more) so here we are roaming around the cemetary It not a very large one but still with not luck finding it. Finally after about 45 mins my mother said lets go. I just stopped and closed my eys and said OK grandmother I needyou to lead me to you were are you. I then opened my eyes and walled about ten or fifteen feet and ther was her grave.
They are angels there Gods appoint to you at the moment of birth to guide you till death and stand with you at judgment.
That was no coincidence. Some call that a God-incident. That cemetery story brought back my own cemetery story. I always decorate the graves of relatives. One time I neglected to buy flowers beforehand, and decided to stop on the way instead to purchase them. Well, I arrived at the cemetery without any flowers. Something, heavy traffic particularly, always prevented me from the stop I could have made. Discouraged, I looked at my parents grave, unadorned, and knew I would have to reenter the heavy traffic and find my flowers. Then I turned around, and right next to the trash can was an open bag, lying on its side, filled with silk flowers. I did a doubletake. There were no other people in the cemetery, so obviously the flowers had been discarded. I checked them out, and they were in great condition, looking new. I placed them on the graves of my relatives, and there were exactly enough. Coincidence? I don’t think so. I suspect my dad was at it again. I still have some of those flowers. I call them my flowers from God.
Thank you for shareing that beautiful story.
My deceased father has interceded on my behalf and that of my children many, many times…and there is a peacefulness associated with it that would not be there in Hell…
That’s kind of creepy… Could you elaborate?Weird, anecdotal story, but I’ve actually felt my guardian angel… The one and only time I encounter an angel and it’s because he’s pushing me around…
Long story short:
I hope you said a ‘thank you’ to your Guardian Angel.Long story short:
I was about to get into a conversation with a hardcore Satanist. As I was walking towards the man something (felt like a hand actually) pushed me HARD in the chest. So hard I stumbled backwards a few feet. I was then overcome with a strong urge to turn and walk away, so I did. There was no fear involved, just adrenaline! What a weird experience.
I didn’t know at the time what the man was. He used to be a friend and I intended to greet him and chat with him (I saw him across a parking lot - he didn’t see me). I found out later about his ‘faith’.
That’s an amazing story. I hope you say your guardian angel prayer daily in thanks!Long story short:
I was about to get into a conversation with a hardcore Satanist. As I was walking towards the man something (felt like a hand actually) pushed me HARD in the chest. So hard I stumbled backwards a few feet. I was then overcome with a strong urge to turn and walk away, so I did. There was no fear involved, just adrenaline! What a weird experience.
I didn’t know at the time what the man was. He used to be a friend and I intended to greet him and chat with him (I saw him across a parking lot - he didn’t see me). I found out later about his ‘faith’.
At the time I was not Catholic and did not believe in guardian angels. Last year when I had my conversion experience I remembered this incident and I immediately thanked my angel. At the time I thought it was just some random angel helping me out… I know better now.That’s an amazing story. I hope you say your guardian angel prayer daily in thanks!
I have no doubt it was he who pushed me. I’m not entirely certain why - maybe because of my friend’s faith, maybe not? - but I do know it must have been severe for him to push me so hard! Haha.