I’ve always loved the idea of angels: messengers of God who guide and protect every human life; offer forgiveness, comfort, grace and aid; and love us as God does–unconditionally. So I was thrilled when I got hired at Angels on Earth almost 10 years ago.
From my first day on the job, I felt like God intended for me to work at this magazine. After being at the magazine for about a year, one evening on my subway ride home from the office I wondered silently: Do I really believe in angels?
I enjoyed that readers got so much reassurance and peace from our stories about angels, and I felt honored to be a part of bringing them those stories. And I related to what readers shared: feeling God’s presence in times of crisis, hearing words of comfort and courage, having help appear out of the blue.
I knew these were all signs of God at work in our lives. But when a reader would write in about actually seeing an angel, a figure in a white robe with large feather wings, I’d often set aside their hand-written note and furrow my brow.
I believed our readers had seen something–I knew they weren’t just daydreaming or imagining these visions. But invisible creatures with wings? Was that really what God’s messengers were like?
Then one day I was in my bedroom at home working on a project, so engrossed that I hadn’t looked away from the computer screen for some time. Suddenly I sensed a presence behind me, and I glanced up to see if someone, maybe my husband, had entered the room.
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