From Opus Angelorum:
I come from a very rough childhood with much abuse. I met my wife when I was 18 years old. We dated for a year and a half. I learned all about her upbringing etc. She came from a loving family; no divorces, no drugs, alcohol or violence, parental support and guidance etcetera, completely opposite of my up-bringing. We married after a year and a half of dating. About 5 years into our marriage, I slipped into anxiety attacks, depression, anger issues and drinking. We already had two small children at this point and all I could think of was, “I am going to destroy this family, like my parents did.”
My wife is and was a born-again Christian, but never encountered ‘voices’ from God or angels, but she told me one day, at a point where our marriage was struggling (because of my inability to cope), that a very clear and audible voice told her while she was doing dishes in the kitchen of our home, “I am commanding you to love *** *** [my 1st and last name] and be obedient in this and you will be blessed.” She only told me about this, years later. This was the only time she has ever heard an audible voice from our God and Creator, whether it was God Himself or an angel. She literally endured and here we are having our 29th anniversary next month. She is my earthly angel and I thank God for her every, EVERY DAY.
~Anonymous
Before I entered religious life, I managed a convenience store not far from my sister’s house. Occasionally, I would spend the night there and help her as she has 7 children. I always slept downstairs on the couch but this particular night I felt that I should sleep upstairs in the girl’s bedroom. My nephew, Anthony, who was 2 at the time, wanted to sleep in the bunkbed with his 6-year-old sister.
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During the night, all of a sudden I was awakened out of a deep sleep by my Holy Guardian Angel. He said “Look!” and there was my little nephew hanging from the safety slats of the bed, completely blue and choking to death. Somehow he had slipped in between the slats.
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I was so afraid to lift him up, because I didn’t know if could slide back or if he was already dead. But I was able to lift him out and save his life. I continued to pray through the night. After quite some time I could see he was okay and then I could rest. Soon after, I was able to talk with Father McGowan, who said to bring him for the consecration to the Guardian Angel as soon as possible. And today because of the Holy Guardian Angels, Anthony is now a faithful priest in the Lansing Diocese and I am a Sister of the Holy Cross.
~ Sr. Maria Gemma
It was the day that Pope Benedict XVI was elected in 2005. I was a student in Rome. My friends and I were in the Piazza San Pietro in the morning in time for the ballot, and black smoke came out of the chimney on top of the Sistine Chapel. It meant that the Pope had not been elected yet. There were rumours that a second election would be taken by the Cardinals in the afternoon, but that was just a rumour. Since I was feeling sick with a slight fever, I decided to go back to the apartment and rest, thinking that the election in the afternoon would also end up with black smoke.
I left Piazza San Pietro leaving for the apartment, I went straight to my room, wanting to take a nap. As I lay down in bed, I “heard” this voice, or it was more like an interior voice. I can’t really describe it. It’s not like I heard it with my ears, it was almost like I understood it as one would understand a thought. It said: “Go to Piazza San Pietro.” My response: “But I just came from there, I am sick. I am taking a nap.” It insisted: “Go to Piazza San Pietro NOW.” My response again was: “No, I am taking a nap.” A third time it reiterated much more gravely, “GO…TO….PIAZZA….SAN…PIETRO….NOW!”
My response: “Ok.Ok. I will go.” So I got up, left the apartment, and waited for the Bus to San Pietro. In that crowd of thousands, I ran into a friend of mine who told me a ballot was just taken by the Cardinals. In about 20 to 30 minutes, smoke came out of the chimney of the Sistine Chapel, it was grey. But somehow, interiorly, I knew they had already chosen a Pope. Everyone around me thought it would turn to black smoke again, but I told my friend to run with me to the front of the crowd, closest to the balcony of the Basilica where the Pope was to be presented. We did so, and just as the smoke was turning white, a whole mass of people crashed behind us, but we were able to be near where the Pope was to be presented. In an hour or so, Benedict XVI was on that balcony. That’s when I knew the “voice” was my guardian angel.
~Alphonso P.
From Quora:
Needless to say, not the ideal car you want to take on a 700 mile road trip, pulling all your earthly belongings in a trailer hooked behind it.
But while it was in no condition to make the trip, I had no choice; I had to be in Chattanooga by Monday if I wanted to keep my job. It was my only car. I didn’t have enough money to buy a new one. It was this or nothing.
So on a particularly lonely stretch of I-24 in Southern Illinois, not far from the border of Kentucky, my car overheated and broke down. I had stopped off to visit friends at my former university the night before, and had left early on Sunday morning.
This was not good; it was the middle of nowhere, and despite the land being extremely flat, I couldn’t even see another house. I would have to walk many miles with all of my things left in a trailer behind the car that would offer little resistance to even a casual robber. I began to wonder what was going to happen, and how I was ever going to make it now.
Just then, a guy who appeared to be in his mid-30’s drove up and stopped. He seemed to already know what was wrong with my car. “Looks like you’re overheated. Let me help you out.”
He opened the door to his car and told me to get in. Normally, I’d have been extremely hesitant to get into a strangers car, but something told me I could trust him. He gave me a ride to a nearby town to get some additional coolant and a few other things he thought I might need.
What’s interesting is that I was in the middle of deep Southern Illinois… the accents there are as thick as mud. Sometimes so thick, you can’t even tell what the people there are saying. Think of a cross between Kentucky southern and Midwestern twang.
This guy had no accent of any kind. Zero.
He also seemed to know where everything in town was… but didn’t live there.
When I asked him where he was from, he answered, “Oh, from all over.” He was friendly and offered lots of advice. He asked where I was traveling and I told him my story. He seemed to know I was about to face quite a few challenges in my new life as well… which I did. He told me to not give up, that pretty soon things would very likely work out, but that in this situation, the first few months would likely be an adjustment challenge.
He was spot on. I’d explain, but that’s another answer.
He was calm, cool, peaceful… and extremely wise for his age. He looked a little like a young Robert Redford crossed with Greg Lake if that makes any sense at all. He seemed to have a bit of a glow about him, too. I attributed that to the sun hitting the window. Honestly, I was just happy to have been rescued from the middle of nowhere.
Eventually, we got back to my car, he helped me get it started (and it cranked on the first try, also highly unexpected), and I went to give him $20 for his trouble. He said he had no use for that, but thanked me for the offer. He said that his payment was knowing I was going to make it safely to Chattanooga, and that to repay him, I should help another motorist in need one day. And he drove off.
This is where it gets strange.
I get in my car. He had just driven off. I check to make sure everything is still in the car where I had left it. But in less than just a few seconds, I look up and he is gone. I even rolled down the window, stuck my head out and looked both ways—remember, it’s flat for miles here—he was nowhere to be found.
I shook my head… what had just happened??? I put the car into gear and pulled onto the road.
I wound up making it to Chattanooga on time. I attribute this 100% to his intervention. I have always felt that he must have been my guardian angel who knew that if I got stuck there for any length of time on this desolate stretch of road, something bad was going to happen.
Thanks to him, it did not. I went on to launch a new chapter of my life.
I am still incredibly grateful to him, whoever, or whatever he was.
–Errol, Company Founder, Copywriter, Animal Rescuer
[resources: books on angels]
