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ministering to the greater Pensacola-Milton-Jay area.
Harassed by an Angel (9/17/99)
A web-based forum and collection of
opinion called Gulf1.com frequently
runs articles by the crimp day lay crimp of Pensacola's brain trust.
You can find Doctor Hal Mason there, along with Chuck Baldwin, Don
Priest, as well as the subject of this fawning editorial, Pat
Cramer's "Have You Ever Met an Angel?". Surely the onslaught
of Western knowledge has not known such a collection of intellects since
the Manhattan Project, or even Ronald Reagan's first term cabinet.
There is some truly exemplary material there. I'll pause my typing
whilst you visit the link.
I think it is high time, and
time none too soon, that someone collects and anthologizes the numerous,
indeed COUNTLESS, angelic interventions in our daily lives.
I am so very wearied of reading the typical liberal godless terms and phrases
"coincidence", "chance", and even "inconsequential daily existence"
being applied to events that are so obviously influenced, if not
directed, by angels. Angels verily permeate the air around us,
somewhere in the ether between the shell of the earth and the Heavens.
Angels are to our daily existence as swarms of gnats and diptera are to
our car grills--you can't swing a dead cat without at least brushing the
tips of an angel's wing. They're so omnipresent it's ridiculous.
The "Angels" column on Gulf1.com contains
many valuable and enjoyable examples of the incidents of angelic activity
in some lives. Since those incidents are so varied and so numerous,
that poor lady can't hope to keep up with all of them. I hope to
augment the collection of angelic influence stories with this column.
First, I record the latest angelic intervention in my own life.
Second, I print (as written) the angelic interventions in the life
of one of my adopted foster grand-nephews, Buck Graham Hildegard-Bingen
Atmore. Finally, I offer some examples of other angelic interventions
that were possibly overlooked in other angel anthologies.
May your personal, full-time,
24/7 angel guide you to the next paragraph.
LAST RECORDED EPISODE OF ANGELIC INTERVENTION
This morning I was out of toilet paper,
but I was reminded that the towel hanging from the rack was an absorbent
material. Thank you, Gabriel, for sending your minion
and liege, Paperproductrael!
NEPHEW'S LAST RECORDED EPISODE OF ANGELIC INTERVENTION
I borrowed the car and was about to turn
off of Olive Road (up there near the church, where the driveway goes
from Olive Road into the parking lot, from the backside, you
know? Near the MacAllister mailbox?), and the light was about
to turn red, and there were a lot of cars ahead of me, and
I was far back, and I could see the light with the right-turn arrow
pointing to the right light up, but I cuddent turn. So,
then, the car ahead of me moved ahead, a little, and
I could drive over off the road, and beside the ditch, and
I didn't dent the car, and I drove around all those other cars,
and I got to turn right before the green arrow turned red, but it
was probly yellow. And I got to the mall 3 minutes before I wudduv
otherwise, and I got to go in there earlier than if Iduv been later.
So it was an angel that guided me around those cars. Praise Jesus,
and thank you, Pissoffdriverrael!
I never would have guessed that rearmament
would have been allowed by the rest of Europe, much less the acceptance
of my annexation of Austria and Czechoslovakia. Poland--sure,
why not? But extermination of all those undesired wastes of tissue?
Surely there was an angel watching over me. Thank you, Anschlussrael!
P.S.: Waited for you in the bunker, but Mephistopheles showed up first,
and we left.
I would have thought that the titular
owners of angels would have gotten more help, but that wasn't the
case. Rome caved in, and that guy in the pointy hat--what a
joke. Sic transit gloria mundi, indeed. Thank you, Gothrael!
My friends and me, I mean,
myself and my friends (I swear, this English grammar is getting me
down up here in Heaven), I mean, me and my friends were innocently
gathered together, and some guy came in with a gun. Poosh,
poosh, and our guardian angel (at least mine did) said "You will
better serve there than you can here," and then there I am,
and I'm dressed in white like, and I'm cleansed and resplendent,
whatever that means, and I'm waiting to be a like angel or something,
and I'm supposed to be a guardian angel of some pissed-off asshole,
like, and, here I am, flowing robes, newly killed,
and I get assigned to some guy who collects, like, automatic
rifles and pistols and stuff, and he doesn't have any friends,
and he hates everyone, and he doesn't go out, not even to the flicks
or something, and I'm his guardian angel? You know? So,
I'm like, "ThankyewverryMUCH Shootmeinthebackoftheheadrael".
I'm happy with that, like. We (I mean me and my friends) were
in our prayer circle, and we were like praying and whatever,
and God was in our hearts, and we had joined hands and were inviting
the Lamb of God into our hearts, and we're dead, thankyewverymuch.
There must have been some mistake. There must have been an angel
to watch over us. There must have been. But, like,
where was he?
By golly, this must be some
harvest season for angel stories. They ooze from the walls.
The Lord has blessed us with a bounty. Amen.
Angelically blessed, but still
watching what his children do,
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