There was a time when I didn’t believe that angels were real although I grew up in a Christian home. But something happened to me five years ago which changed my mind. It was on a Friday evening and I was on my way to my apartment. I took a shortcut through a street that was not very well lit. Soon, I regretted my decision when I passed a couple of guys and they whistled at me.
I ignored them and kept walking. And then to my horror, they rushed up behind me and one of them shoved me to the ground, knocking the wind out of me. As I lay there stunned, I felt hands dragging me and I yelled as loudly as I could, struggling wildly. I was afraid that they were going to take me to some dark alley and rape me.
“Shut her up!” one of them yelled.
One of them clamped his hand over my mouth and I panicked. In my head, I screamed, “God, help me!”
I heard a man’s voice shout, “Leave her alone!”
I saw the expression of fear on their faces before they dropped me on the ground and one of them said, “Let’s get outta here.”
“Are you all right?” the man asked me.
“I’m all right now,” I replied. I was so grateful to him for scaring off those guys. I shudder to think of what would have happened if he hadn’t shown up.
“Are you able to stand?”
“I think so.”
He reached down and helped me slowly to my feet. “Next time take the long way home.”
I stared up at him in surprise. “How did you know?”
He smiled. “It is my business to know everything about you.”
Just then, people came running over to us. “Are you hurt? Do you need help?”
“I’m fine,” I assured them. “I’m just very shaken. If it weren’t for this kind and brave man, I would probably be in lying some dark alley.”
“What man?” one person asked.
I glanced around but there wasn’t any sign of the man who helped me. How could he have disappeared so quickly. “He was right here talking to me before you came.”
“We didn’t see anyone with you,” another person said and the rest agreed. “You were alone.”
“Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital or to the police station?”
I shook my head. “I’m fine. Thank you. I just want to go home.”
“Do you live far from here?”
“No. Just a block and a half away from here.”
“Run along now. And next time, take the long way.”
I promised that I would never come that way again and after thanking them for their concern, I hurried the rest of the way. When I let myself into my grandmother’s modest apartment, I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God for sending help. I’m convinced that it was an angel who came to my rescue. It explains why those guys were scared stiff and ran away. They knew that they were in the presence of a supernatural being.
And now, I like to read personal stories of people who have had angelic encounters and I bought myself a Bible which I read everyday. Angels are God’s messengers whom He sends to us to help us when we are in trouble. They protect us from danger. I learned from my encounter that angels are not the spirits of dead people or phantoms. They have forms and bodies. And we all have guardian angels. I met mine that night.
For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways – Psalm 91:11