P. J. Zondervan who believed that I could do it
Dr. Donald Van Hoozier
Dr. Marvin Perkins, my brother
Rev. Millington
Introduction
I once commented to our old missionary friend Morris Plotts, Id like to read a good book on working angels.
Why dont you write one then? he said simply.
Not me, I protested. I was hesitant about tackling such a big subject, though angels held a fascination for me. Plus, my practical nature did not want me to be classified with people who mount angels on their automobiles for hood ornaments and boast of private angel-servants on command.
He pressed the point. Read the future book, he said, the prophetic book of things to come, Revelation. It mentions angels all the way through who in the last days will govern the affairs of men and nations, control the weather and war, fight battles, declare the Gospel of Jesus and announce His coming back to the earth again. More and more, he added thoughtfully, as we draw closer to that day, angels are helping Gods servants reach the ends of the earth with the Gospel.
I agreed. It sounded like a fascinating study, and later I wondered if he was really right about angels increased activity in this world. Mostly, it seems, we are not even aware of them, or else we remember them only as celestial beings who heralded important events in Bible times.
I tried to put the suggestion aside but, curiously, it seemed to pursue me, and I came to realize he was right. Whenever I traveled on a speaking tour, whether being interviewed before a television audience or talking with a fellow airline passenger, someone would excitedly confide his own angel story. My friend Morris was not without one, either, perhaps the most fascinating I have ever heard. Even television commercials seemed to jump out at me with the clever use of angel characters.
And I discovered that the more I pondered the angel book, the more I felt driven to write about the encouragement evident in their activities. I wanted to write a comforting book that would stimulate ordinary people to tap the extraordinary resources of angelic assistance. I became utterly convinced that God uses angels to help us through the impossible places of life, times we cannot make it unless He helps us.
This book, then, is a practical journey of adventure. It is not meant to entertain, but to search out the ways angels work, the specific times they help us and how we can have the right perspective about them. Some of the stories will sound incredible, but, then, no more so than biblical accounts of angels at work.
It was a fascinating search, one that actually began years ago with my own encounter with an angelmy guardian angel. Perhaps my story is not typical in that I am alive to tell about it, for amazingly enough, I had to die to begin to understand the extent to which angels walk beside us.
But now I am getting ahead of myself.
1
Between
Two Worlds
W hen we left for vacation that spring of 1959 I had no idea how my life was about to change. My husband, daughter and I were traveling with my parents to sunny Florida, and other than a nagging uneasiness, which I chose to ignore, my life could not have been better.
I attributed my security to my very practical faithI had given my heart to Jesus as a child and knew I would go to heaven when I diedand I felt satisfied at my refusal to believe anything I could not see or explain. Since there was no earthly reason for me to feel apprehensive, I continued to shrug off a slight discomfort in my side that tugged for attention.
Then, suddenly one night, I passed the stage of warning. I felt as though something was exploding in my side, boiling and burning mercilessly. An ambulance rushed me to a hospital near our hotel.
Doctors struggled for days with a diagnosis until surgery revealed that I had suffered a ruptured appendix eleven days before, and that a mass of gangrene had coated all of my organs, causing them to disintegrate. Even as I lapsed into a coma I argued with the likelihood of such news, while my praying family thanked God that I had lived as long as I had. Out of my hearing, the doctors explained to my family that further complications of pneumonia and collapsed veins meant I could not live long.
Early one morning, after I had hung on in a coma for 44 days, the night nurse on the third floor came to check my vital signs and found no response to her probings. I had slipped from this life into the next. At five oclock in the morning, a doctor pronounced me clinically dead, pulled a sheet over my head and left the room in darkness. That was the state in which my father, who had awakened in the night with an urgent desire to be with me, found me 28 minutes later.
I knew nothing of these earthly activities, of course. I felt as though I were on a roller coaster ride at Disneyland, and arrived at my destination when I reached the highest peak of exhilaration. It was much like taking the fastest jet imaginable from earth to another planeta bright and glorious place under a deep blue sky. There was no fear, only peacefulness and beauty.
I was immediately aware of majestic music, filled with exquisite harmonies from countless choirs. Around my feet, living waves of flowers splashed the velvet green meadows with color.
I felt fulfilled, youthful, alive as I walked tall and erect up a beautiful hill toward a brilliant city. I had never experienced such joy or eager anticipation.