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Topic: Hmph! (03/04/10)
TITLE: Did you say, Angels?
By AnneRene' Capp
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Just falling asleep, reaching that elusive dreamland of contentment, I distantly heard, “Crystal, you need to wake up.”
Refusing to open my eyes, I groggily whined, “Not now, I’m so tired, I just need to sleep.”
Again, “Crystal, it’s time for you to wake up and get out of bed.”
“I can’t, I’m just too exhausted.”
Continuing to ignore the persistent pleadings, I snatched my quilt up around my neck, rolled over, and burrowed myself deeper into my haven of warmth.
A third beckoning, “It’s time for you to wake up, get out of bed, and come with us.”
Finally annoyed, I flung off my covers and begrudgingly sat up on the edge of my bed. “What! What is it that can’t wait?”
There was no answer, only a gentle grasp upon each of my elbows as the two beings lifted me to a standing position.
Without concern, I was aware that my speaking interactions with these beings were actually thoughts; thoughts conveyed in completeness that the spoken word is incapable of expressing.
As for their appearance, I am unable to describe them with shapes and colors or male and female, for my eyesight was of a spiritual nature. I just knew they were in my presence and I theirs.
Gliding slowly, barely above the floor, we entered the living room where they gently set me down in front of our picture window.
Not seeing anything unusual, I became irritated and turned toward the two beings. “What is it you want me to see? There’s nothing here!”
“Look outside, behind the drapes.”
Conscious that I had not yet actually opened my eyes until this point, I resentfully lifted the edge of the drapes and peered outside. Flames were engulfing our front porch. As I turned around to call out to my family, I realized the beings were gone.
“Fire! Our house is on fire. Paul, Megan, wake up!”
Racing into the living room together, Paul took control. “Megan, go to our designated safety spot in the back yard and Crystal, call 911, while I get the hose and try to put out the flames.”
Once the fire was out, the Fire Chief approached us.
“Although you have minimal damage to your home, you were incredibly lucky.
The smoke from the flames had just reached your attic and normally when this happens, most families sleep right through the fire, because the smoke incapacitates them before the flames ever reach them.”
Holding our smoke alarm in his hand, he continued, “We also noticed that your smoke alarm didn’t go off.” Interjecting, I said, “I just put a new battery in it last week, tested it and it worked.” He pushed the manual button on it and sure enough, it worked…then.
“Unbelievable, I don’t know what else to say, except that you were simply lucky all the way around. Just out of personal curiosity, were you up at the time you discovered the fire?”
“No, actually all of us had been in bed for several hours.” Now looking at me inquisitively, Paul finished, “It was my wife who got us all up.”
Turning to me, the Fire Chief asked, “What did make you get up when you did?”
“Honestly, I was physically awakened by Angels from God.”
While making his way to the front door, he slowly shook his head as if he were in disbelief. “Humph, well, whatever it was, I’m glad you folks are alright,” and he left.
“Go ahead Paul; you and Megan go back to bed. I need some quiet time with the Lord.”
Turning off the lights, to absorb the beauty of the electric moonlit rays filtering into our living room, I settled myself onto the couch.
My heart was heavy; I felt saddened by the Fire Chief’s reaction to my confession of God sending fourth His angels to spare us.
Finding solace in Isaiah 55:11, I pondered; yes, perhaps I was a vessel God had used to speak His word that would not return to Him void, and my testimony was in fact, only a small part of God currently working in his life.
Turning my thoughts to the angelical beings and my childish resistance to them, a barrage of shame began to overwhelm me.
However, before I was able to indulge myself in a torrent of guilt, the Holy Spirit saturated me with an extreme sense of forgiveness and understanding, to which I conclude, “Hallelujah, Glory to God in the Highest, and Amen.”
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