The Biggest Event In This Man’s Life

A dream…

This time, I am an angel of the Lord,
A recording angel,
Sent to accompany one of the healing angels of the Lord on a mission of mercy and grace, and to answer a believer’s prayer.

We are in one of the top hospitals in the world,
In the cardiologist department.

Before me, is the head of the department,
An African-American doctor well known for his newest advanced treatments in cardiology. (He was very proud of himself, having come so far despite those who had been prejudiced against him because of his ethnicity.)

Also with him in his office, is his wife and son.

His wife is still quite pretty despite her older age, dressed in the latest of fashions, and her glossy hair smoothed out into a shoulder-length bob, and his son, a teenager, only fourteen years old, was with her. The son looked like he had taken a short break from his prep school, for he still had on the sharp looking dark blue pants and crisp white shirt, tie, and blazer that was the uniform of the private school.

It was noon, and the man’s wife and children had come to see if they could pull him away from his work for just an hour or so for lunch.

I watched, as they began to argue, for the man had already forbidden his wife and child to come and trouble him while he was working. But his wife still pleaded with him, telling him that it was the only place that he would even stop to listen to them, and since it was during his lunch break, she felt he should be able to spend some time with them.

The boy then picked up a handful of fat tongue depressors that had been sitting on the cardiologist’s desk, and began stuffing them into his suit pocket. The man became quite upset at this, and told him to stop and put them back. His son then told him that he needed them for his school project, as regular Popsicle sticks were too thin for his use. The father then returned to fighting with the mother, blaming her for interrupting his day and trying to shame her into leaving. But she would not.

I knew the man would not leave and go to lunch with his wife, for he felt could not; he had pompously just told his staff that they could take their breaks, and that he alone would stay and watch over the patients for the next half an hour. It wasn’t like the unit was full; there was only four patients in his unit, and he was very confident that he could handle it all by himself.

Of the four patients, one was his closest friend, a man he had grown up with and gone to school with. He was most worried about him, for he exhibited the worst of symptoms, and looked to be on his last breath. He hated the thought that there was not more that he could do for him, and he feared that his best friend would die under his care.

Of the remaining three patients, there was another one that he felt shouldn’t even have been admitted into his care, for he felt his case was not serious enough to warrant his attention. He remained there under his care, as a favor to another, who was on the board of directors. (He resented this.)

Suddenly, as the man and wife continued to argue, one of the heart monitors begins to fluctuate. I waited for the man to stop arguing with his wife, and go check it out, but he was not paying any attention to anything except his wife.

I went into the room of this man’s best friend, and watched the heart monitor completely change, and listened to the man warmly chuckle and laugh with joy. My angel partner was doing his work on him as he had been ordered to do by the great I AM. The man was being completely healed and strengthened, and was being told what he was to do with the rest of his life. He was to give up his previously self-centered lifestyle and serve the one who had just saved him. This pleased the man very much, for he had always wondered in the back of his mind, if there really was a God somewhere up in the heavens, and now he was getting all the proof he needed that there was. I listened to his voice, (it reminded me of James Earl Jones,) and was warmed by his enthusiasm upon receiving his instructions. I kept thinking that the cardiologist should be in this room witnessing this, but when I went back out to check in on him, he was still too engrossed in arguing with his wife.

This grieved me greatly, (as it did the Lord,) for I knew that he was missing the biggest event in this man’s life. His eternal life, and those of his family’s, was at stake. If he had been in that room, witnessing all that transpired, he would have become a believer in Christ. His then changed behavior, would have caused his wife and son to also become a believer in Jesus. But because the man had not taken the few minutes that was needed the night before, to tell his wife something that showed he still cared for her, and ask his son how he was doing in school, he was now missing the most important moment of his entire life, and even the most important moment of his friend’s life.

For from this moment on, the cardiologist would begin to grow apart from his closest friend, because he would not believe what had just happened to him, and would think his best friend was crazed. His friend would try to tell him what had really transpired in that room, but he would never come to believe it. He would peruse past the monitor’s print outs and see the return to normal heart beats, but would have no reasoning for it, except for his friend probably following his regiment so closely.

Just moments after my angel of healing partner left the cardiologist’s best friend, the other man’s heart monitor, the one who the cardiologist felt should not have even been there, began to beat erratically, and then flat lined. I went back out to check on the cardiologist, but once again, he was too involved in arguing with his wife, (trying to be self-righteous,) that he completely missed the other man’s heart alarm going off.

This saddened both me and the Lord, for we knew that all it would take to save this man, was a defibrillator  to his chest, and all would have been well again. (No prayers were ever said for this man, and he was a staunch atheist, so we did not intervene.)

But the man ended up dying. And as this man was not a believer, we knew his soul would now go down into hell. Had he lived, we had hope that he still, somehow, might have turned from his wicked ways and come to the Lord, but his time had run out and now it was too late.

The cardiologist stopped arguing with his wife, when he seen his best friend calmly walk out of his room and into his office to say goodbye. The cardiologist strongly argued then with him, that despite him felling better, he should stay in the hospital under observation, just in case his symptoms should return. But he then told him what had happened, and that he no longer had need of the sick bed, for the Lord On High had healed him.

His wife also then turned away, and with her son, left her husband there at the hospital, for she knew then that no matter what, he would not go out with them for lunch that day.

After his wife and friend left, the cardiologist checked up on the rest of his patients, and discovered the now dead man that had been forced under his care. He reviewed the records, and soon realized that he probably would have lived had he not been so distracted by his wife and son. His guilt was so strong that he never told another person at the hospital of what he had let happen, but he went home that night and blamed his wife for the man’s death. After that, the wife soon left him, and sued him for divorce, and received custody of his son.

I then woke up.

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1 Corinthians 7:3-4 (1599 Geneva)

“Let the husband give unto the wife due benevolence, and likewise also the wife unto the husband. The wife hath not the power of her own body, but the husband: and likewise also the husband hath not the power of his own body, but the wife.”

1 Corinthians 7:16 (1599 Geneva)
“For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thine husband? Or what knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?”

Malachi 2:14-16 ESV
“But you say, “Why does he not?” Because the Lord was witness between you and the wife of your youth, to whom you have been faithless, though she is your companion and your wife by covenant. Did he not make them one, with a portion of the Spirit in their union? And what was the one God seeking? Godly offspring. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and let none of you be faithless to the wife of your youth. “For the man who does not love his wife but divorces her, says the Lord, the God of Israel, covers his garment with violence, says the Lord of hosts. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and do not be faithless.”

Colossians 3:19 ESV
Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them.

Proverbs 31:10 ESV
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.

John 15:13 (KJV)
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Luke 5:24-26 (KJV)
“…I say unto thee, Arise, and take up thy couch, and go into thine house. And immediately he rose up before them, and took up that whereon he lay, and departed to his own house, glorifying God. And they were all amazed, and they glorified God, and were filled with fear, saying, We have seen strange things to day.”

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Footsteps Of A Guardian Angel

This testimony was written years ago, (before I learned about the power of casting out the enemy and claiming God’s promises in Jesus name,) but it’s still very much worth sharing… 

       I listened to the peculiar squelching, sucking sound my husbands shoes made, as he walked up to our tent. It sounded like the rain had pounded the mud and gravel into quicksand.  
      When he opened the flap and crawled in, a flash of lightning bleached the sky colorless. Gnarled tree limbs swayed in the wind above us, and the ground a foot out from our tent, was flooded with water. Everything beyond, was black.     
      “The weather man was wrong,” I said, lowering my voice so our three year old wouldn’t wake up. “Looks like all of Lake Tahoe is in for quite a thunderstorm tonight.”
      My husband agreed with a nod.
      Lightning struck the sky again, momentarily tearing the darkness apart. I tried to count the seconds before its matching thunder answered it, but they happened at the same time. I tensed and wondered; were we within the storm itself?
      As we settled down for the night, I starred at the ceiling of our tent, unable to find peace. I could sense something was not right, but what?
      My eyes slowly roamed over the tent, taking in its features. Waterproof nylon surrounded us, the screened windows were shut, the new lantern hanging from the center, the six metal rods that supported the tent, …
      I pulled in my breath. Metal rods?
      Horror filled my heart. If lightening were to strike our tent… We’d be fried alive.
      I nudged my husband. “The poles that support the tent…they’re metal!”
      “They’re aluminum,” he corrected, trying to cast my fear away. “They don’t attract electricity like other metals do.”
      But I didn’t care if the poles wouldn’t attract lightening as much as other metals would. I didn’t want lightening to be attracted to them at all!
      Thunder rocked the ground, as a bolt of lightning cut through the cold night air. The resulting roar made our little girl scream.
      She scrambled out of her sleeping bag and into my arms. “I scared, mommy,” she said, tears filling her eyes, “it come get me!” 
      “Its O.K. kitten; Its just the storm. We’ll be all right.”
      She looked at me, eyes saucer huge, and I knew she was beginning to panic.  “Mommy,” she pleaded, “Make it stop, please make it stop!”
      I starred at her, at a loss of what to do. How could I take her fear away? I couldn’t even remove my own.  
      “Mommy,” she whimpered, “can’t you stop it?”
      “Oh honey,” I said, both empathizing and feeling hopeless, “Only God could make it stop.”
      “Will He?” she asked.  
      My heart felt heavy. “No honey,” I said, “probably not.”
      She cried then, and as I rocked her back and forth in my arms, I frantically searched the back of my mind for an answer. There must be something I could do to ease her mind. But what? 
      Wait a minute. My mother must have asked herself the very same question when I was a child. What did she do for me?
      She prayed for a guardian angel to watch over you.
      I spoke to her tentatively. “We could pray for one of God’s angels to come and watch over us. Would you like to try that?”
      She responded with doubt. “Protect me….from storm?” They were big words for her, so she pronounced them slowly.
      I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod my head up and down.
      “Oh yes mommy!” she said, her voice full of hope, “Please, pray for one right now!”
      I closed my eyes, and felt a moment of doubt and then guilt, but I spoke. “Please dear Lord, send one of your angels down from heaven to watch over us tonight. Protect us from the storm, and let nothing bad happen to us, even in our dreams. Amen.”
      “Amen,” she echoed, and with a look of contentment upon her face, slid back down under her covers, and was asleep within minutes.    
      Moments later, we too settled back into our bed, and turned off the lantern.
      Unable to hear the sound of anything else, I listened to the storm rage around us. Tiny hairs on my arms tingled and stood up. With each streak of lightening that sliced through the sky, I found myself holding my breath. Would it strike us?  
      I could hear the even breathing of our three year old sleeping next to me, reminding me of the peace to be found in simple prayer. Oh, to be a child again! 
      If only I could find that peace! But I knew of nothing that would erase my fear, except a dry hotel room. And I knew my husband would not hunt one down in the middle of the night. He was one to chance it and ride it out. To him, it was an adventure.
      But for me, it was becoming a nightmare.
      Oh God, please help me….
      It was then that I heard the sound. I froze, listening. Now what? My heart seemed to jump into my throat. Something is right outside our tent.
      I listened again, and heard it clearer, louder. Definitely the sound of something moving, right outside our tent. But what? A bear? Warnings of them were stapled over the information booth, as you drove into the park. Yet that didn’t make sense. Why would a bear be out on a night like this?   
      I nudged my husband. “Do you hear that?”
      He nodded, already getting up and grabbing a hold on the lantern. I knew then, that it was not just my imagination. My husband did not get up out of a warm bed to investigate a sound, unless he knew something was there.
      We quietly undid the window’s zipper, and in one sweeping motion, flashed the strong lantern beam out towards the sound. My heart thudded in my chest, as I leaned out to look. What was it?  
      Nothing.
      And yet the sound continued. 
      Left, right, left, right, the sound of grinding gravel paused and pivoted, as it seemed to turn in front of the tent then pace in the opposite direction. I sucked in my breath. They sounded just like… footsteps.  
      Yet there was nothing.
      My husband laid back down, and I sat there, confused. What was it then? There was only one thing I knew of that could make that particular sound; the heavily booted footsteps of a full grown man.   
      “Do you hear the footsteps, too?”, I asked him.
      He nodded. “Probably just the rain.”
      “Have you ever known rain to make that sound?” 
      He paused. “No.”
      “Do you hear that? He’s over to the left of me. And now,… see? He’s walking towards the other side. Can you hear it, too?”
      “Yes,” He said softly, “I hear it.”
      “What is it?”
      It was a long moment before he answered me, and his voice was uneven when he spoke.  “I don’t know.”
      “What else could make that kind of sound?”
      “I don’t know,” he sighed. “Just try to go back to sleep, O.K.?”
      He did, but I couldn’t.
      I lay there in the tent, listening to the foot steps, and felt my emotions overwhelm me. Oh Lord, Help me with this! It’s too much. First the lightening, now these foot steps. I started to cry, as panic and fear overtook me. Please Lord, Am I going crazy? Why do I keep hearing these footsteps?
      The last question was rhetorical; I did not expect an answer. But I got one.
      “Well,…” The voice within responded, “You asked for him.”
      What? I knew it was God speaking to me, but I simply did not understand.  
      What are you talking about?
      Completely confused, I lay there amidst the roar of the storm, and listened to the sound of those footsteps, encircling our tent.  
      And then I understood.  
      The guardian angel.
      Joy filled me, as I lay there. To think God had really sent one to protect us….    
      I sat up again, and took out the flash light, and shined it out into the night. The footsteps were coming around to the front again, and I eagerly awaited them, hoping to see the shadow of the angel, or even the imprint of his step in the mud. 
      But I could see nothing.
      I closed the tent window again, and laid back down in the sleeping bag, feeling dejected. What was I thinking? An angel? Even to my own ears, it sounded ridiculous. Who would believe it?
      The storm was now at its worst, reminding me of the sound a freight train makes, as it rushes straight towards you. It rips right through all logic and peace.    
      Panic swept back over me again, as I doubted. Couldn’t you give me more proof Lord?
      Silence.
      I sighed. O.K. Lord, no proof, but then how do I remove the doubt?
      A soft sigh drew my eyes to my little girl, as a peaceful smile played around her mouth. She had found peace. What did she have that I didn’t?
      The answer slowly washed over me. Faith. Like the blind faith in my little girl, I simply had to believe. I could remain afraid, or put my trust in God. The choice was up to me.
      Listening to the ferocity of the storm, my answer did not come easily. Faith, even with the footsteps of a guardian, was not just going to happen. I had to work at it. 
      Please Lord, Give me enough faith for peace!
      I closed my eyes, focusing on the sound of the footsteps, and repeated this prayer over and over again in my mind.
      As I lay there listening to the sure and steady footsteps, my breathing became even, and I was filled with a deep sense of joy and peace. I let out a long sigh. Somehow I knew; we would be safe. 
      Then the footsteps stopped. 
      A total darkness overcame the tent, like a shade slowly rolling over a window, blocking out all light.
      BOOM! Suddenly light and sound became one, as a whip of burning white light lashed down through the center of the tent, pulling its cracking roar along with it. For a moment, the tent disappeared, and all I could see above me, was a thin jagged line of luminous pale blue, surrounded by brilliant white light.
      I blinked, and it was gone. All was black again, then the shade of darkness slowly rolled back, letting in the normal shadows of the night.
      The footsteps then continued.      
      I listened and wondered, as the sound of footsteps fell back into place. Had the angel just spread its wings over the tent to protect us, or was it just my imagination?    
      I sighed and smiled in the dark. No more questions. Even if I couldn’t see him; I would believe. The guardian’s steady steps, led me into a peaceful sleep, that lasted the rest of that stormy night.   
      Next morning, after hearing the forecaster predict more violent thunderstorms for the next few days, my husband decided to check us into a motel room for the rest of our vacation. Fishing, hiking, or even touring the old Vikingsholm Castle, nothing else I experienced that weekend, could compare with that night.
      Going through that terrifying experience turned out to be a gift from God. When I had wondered what I could do to help my child, He reminded me to pray for the protection of a guardian angel; and when we did, He sent one. When fear threatened to overwhelm me, He revealed the sound of the angel’s steps, then reminded me it was the answer to my prayer. When I asked Him how I could remove my doubts, He pointed to the child-like faith that I lacked, and then helped me to find it. ‘Give me enough faith for peace’ I had prayed; He gave me so much, that it lasted far beyond that night. He may not have removed the reason for our fear, but He did bless us with his presence, protection, and faith.
      Now, when I ask God to send down an angel to watch over us, my children hear a certainty in my voice that wasn’t there before. And even though I can not see or hear him, I know that somewhere nearby, fall the silent footsteps of a guardian angel. 
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“The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.”
“Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.”
“He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.”
“Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings…” (Psalms 34:7, 57:1, 91:4, 17:8, KJV)