I wanted to share with you an Angel experience of my son, Joel.
When he was a toddler and not yet speaking, we moved to a new apartment. He would get up each night at about 2 or 3 am by himself and sit in a corner. We were very scared, and when we would see him go by, we would get up and bring him back to his bed.
This went on for months and was very creepy. Then one night I saw him walk by, but I was too sleepy to get him. I thought I saw a very tall person dressed in white walk him back to his room (that was next to ours), but I did not give much mind to it.
After that night, he never got up in the middle of the night by himself. A year transpired, and he could now speak. One day when I was in front of the computer there was a picture of Saint Michael on the screen, he told me “That’s Michael”. And I asked him how did he know. And he said that one night Michael took him to his bed and tucked him in. I asked him if Michael said anything to him, and he responded “He said that I was a good boy”
~Elsie C.
In the Korean War, an American solider named Michael experienced the extraordinary assistance of his patron saint, to whom he had prayed every day since his youth for protection. Below is paraphrased a letter to his mother, which was verified by the Marine Chaplain.
He and his company went out on patrol on a foggy wintry, day. A new soldier had joined the group and marched alongside Michael. He turned to him and said, “I have never seen you before. I thought I knew every man in the outfit.””I just joined at the last minute,” he replied. “The name is Michael.” “Is that so?” I said surprised. “That’s MY name, too!” “I know,” he said…and then went on… “Michael, Michael, of the morning…”
Those were the beginning words of his daily prayer to St. Michael; how could this new soldier know his name and much less that he said this prayer?! Still, he had taught the prayer to the other soldiers… perhaps, this was the reason for his knowing it.
They walked in silence for a time, and then the new Michael warned: “We are going to have some trouble up ahead.”
They got separated from the rest of the troops in the fog; it began to snow. Later the fog lifted, the snow stopped and the sun came out. They walked over a little hill, and there were seven communist soldiers waiting for them with raised rifles 30-40 yards away. Our Michael shouted, “Get down!” and threw himself on the ground just as they shot, but the new Michael was still standing there. He should have been killed instantly.
Our Michael got up to save his inexperienced new friend, but as he did so, he was wounded in the chest. All he could remember were Michael’s strong arms around him, laying him on the ground. He looked up and now saw St. Michael standing there in a blaze of glory, his face shining like the sun. He had a sword in his hand that flashed with a million lights!
That was the last thing our Michael saw; he passed out. When he awoke, his own group of soldiers was around him, attending to his wound. He asked them where Michael was. But nobody had seen this new soldier Michael. Moreover, the sergeant had seen that our Michael was walking alone.
For their part, they wanted to know how he had done it. What were they talking about? They wanted to know how he had managed to kill all seven of the enemy troops without firing a shot. They had all been dispatched with the stroke of a sword.