August 17, 2015, Angels Among Us


Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God’s love commits me here, ever this day

be at my side, to light and guard, rule and guide. Amen.


Catholic’s as children can claim as a whole, that the above prayer was one of the very first prayers they learned while young. What a beautiful and holy prayer to learn, commending your soul and physical well-being to the Angel that God, in His infinite goodness, especially assigned to YOU and only you. What child-like trust to believe in its amazing power!

Jesus, when teaching his Apostles instructed them thusly about little children:

See that you do not despise one of these little ones; for I tell you their angels in heaven always behold the face of my Father in heaven. ~Matthew 18:10

It was St. Thomas Aquinas, who echoed the tradition of the Church in the Summa Theologica, that the moment a child is born God calls one of His glorious Spirits and commends that child to that Angel’s special care for its entire earthly life.

You may have a time that you could honestly reflect back on and know in the depths of your being that something outside of you, something unseen, something immediate, helpful and powerful was at your side at a moment of crisis. And it may have played a role in protecting you, saving you, guiding you, spiritually directing you in such a way that you could not deny that heavenly help had been yours for the moment. Your thoughts would question, was that an angel?

I experienced such a moment last week.

I have a wonderful life, living with my daughter and son-in-law and their three children. It’s a marvelous set-up, they live in the “main house” and I live behind them in a small cottage. We share life in joyful measure, but we also exist with the privacy that each of us desires.

Saturday evening we had said our goodnights and I had returned home to go to sleep. I don’t believe I had been dozing a few minutes when I heard a loud pounding on my door. It was Dave, my son-in-law calling my name and asking me to come out quick, my daughter Seana had fallen.

It’s moments like that, no matter how old you are, you can sprint like a gazelle and have the strength of two men!

In the house, there was my daughter, crumpled awkwardly at the foot of the staircase, she had fallen from above the seventh step to the bottom floor.

(We have two small dogs that insist on running upstairs and bothering the children when they sleep, so in the evenings we place an appropriate sized board across the stairs to block them out. Seana had moved to step over it like always when her toe caught the top of it and she was sent off balance. As she twisted to save herself, she could never reach the rail and took a free fall downward.)

I found her moaning and not cognizant of anything. Dave had called for an ambulance. It was as though time was standing still. Comfort and hand-holding was all I could offer as I prayed.

The emergency team arrived, placing Seana’s head in a brace and whisking her off to the hospital, with Dave following in the car. All I could think of was would I still have the same daughter tomorrow that I said “goodnight” to tonight. I remained home with the still sleeping children.

All I could do was pray and reflect.

Dave called after a time to say that Seana had regained complete consciousness and was physically and mentally responding to the doctors. She had suffered two broken ribs and a clavicle that was broken in two places, but she was going to be fine.

INDEED! She was going to be okay! The healing wasn’t going to be fun, but she WAS going to be okay!

In the quiet of the home, I sat at the bottom of the staircase and became aware of an overwhelming peaceful presence. It is similar to the feeling I get when I close my eyes and smell the fragrance of a rose…the smell of sanctity…a heavenly odor. I knew it was my Angel making himself known. In that peace I saw what my daughter had been spared…a life of being a parapalegic…being mentally deficit…physical deformation…disability…and the worst, death. I then saw Seana’s Angel place her hand upon Seana’s head and neck and hold it there while she fell, remaining with Seana in that exact position until the emergency team arrived.

In grateful thanks I offered my prayerful thanksgiving to God and I asked my Angel to perfect my words so that they could be the best words ever from my lips. I felt him smile.

Now, you can say that I have a really good imagination, you can choose to believe that I had a truly blessed experience, or you might have an uneasy feeling that angels are just too much for us and better left alone.

What is true, is that God’s love is so encompassing that He allows us not a moment to be without our Angel’s help. It is good to reflect upon the Angels, they help us all and in a thousand different ways, though we fail to recognize it.

The truth is, these all powerful Spirits, our loving protectors will absolutely secure for us a degree of happiness that without them we could not hope for in this life.

Lord, listen to the Sanctus of my good Guardian Angel and through his intercession grant me today courage, clarity and a spirit of sacrifice. Amen.


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