Proof The Bible Is True

As Merle and Gloria Inniger traveled from Pakistan to America, they stopped in London for a few days, and somewhere along the way Merle managed to lock the doors of the rental cars and lose the keys. I was Saturday afternoon, and no locksmiths answered the phone. The rental car company said they didn’t have a spare key. Merle and Gloria panicked about missing their flight home. Two Christian friends came to commiserate, and the four bowed their heads and prayed for help. As they finished, they looked up as a strange man approached. He offered his keys to them. [More]

I sighed. I’d been job hunting for nearly a month without any luck at all. Now a homeless man had sat down next to me at the bus stop. I studied the classified ads, purposely ignoring him. “Finding a job is hard,” the man said. “Sometimes life ain’t fair. I looked at him. His clothes were worn, but he had a kind face. He was just down on his luck, like me. Suddenly I found myself telling him all about my job search. The man handed me a newspaper. Read More  A Mysterious Stranger Held the Key to Her Job [More]

Bouts of pneumonia and severe asthma had dogged our child since birth—but never like this. Sitting in the hospital waiting room, my husband and I didn’t know if he’d survive the night. We’d been at Grandma’s house when his lungs suddenly seized up. Epinephrine injections didn’t help. Now he was on a ventilator. The nurse checked in on us from time to time to see if we needed anything. Otherwise, we were alone with our worries. Until a chaplain entered the room. I expected him to say the obligatory prayers, wish us well, and move on to others in need. [More]

People often ask me to tell them my story. Maybe that’s because they see the difference between where I am now and where I used to be. Today I’m a professional artist, a father of four and a substance abuse counselor at a gang intervention program. Growing up? I was a gang member myself, a drug addict, a prison inmate. You might think it’s miraculous how I got here from there. I prefer to think of my story as evidence that there really are angels watching over us. Looking back, I see God guiding me every step of my way. [More]

Mom and I always relied on one another. I worked at fast food, but before and after my shifts she served me the best home-cooked breakfast and dinner a girl could want. Plus she gave expert foot rubs, which came in handy. But most of all I looked forward to our evening walks. One evening we walked down the road to the first major intersection. “Look both ways before you cross,” Mom said. “Always the mother hen,” I said. Always trying to take care of me. Just like I’m always trying to take care of her. Lord, I wish we [More]

Trapped in her car with her vital signs failing after a head-on collision in a rural location, a young Missouri women is saved by a guardian angel. Read More  Miracle on the Highway – Guideposts.

Bears were common in the Smoky Mountains come fall. But when one of them started raiding our family’s beehives, I grabbed my rifle and cow horn and headed up Chestnut Mountain with my hunting dogs to track him down. The dogs picked up a scent in the huckleberry bushes. I ran after them, determined to keep up. Soon we were a mile deeper into the mountains than I’d wanted to venture that morning. I sat down on a log to catch my breath. I could hear the dogs barking as they trailed the bear along the far ridge line. Then [More]

As an artist, I’m a keen observer—I always note the details that make each individual unique. But there’s one portrait I’ll never be able to paint. Twenty-five years ago, my husband and I were hauling our trailer down from Omaha to Holiday Island, Arkansas, for vacation when the transmission blew on our ’87 Chevrolet Suburban. We pulled to the side of the interstate. “Let’s flag down a car,” my husband said. Read More  Rescued by a Roadside Angel – Guideposts.

I was clearing up the breakfast dishes when the phone rang. “Something’s happened to your mom,” my dad said. He was trying to keep calm, but I could hear panic in his voice. “The ambulance should be here any minute.” A rush of cold swept through my body, as if I could feel the blood draining to my feet. “Ambulance?” “I found her collapsed on the floor. Hurry over! I’m alone here.” I stumbled upstairs, jerked on my shoes and ran out to the car. Luckily my family all lived close together. My parents were only a few minutes away. [More]

Georgia Lea Horvath and her husband of North Bend, Washington, were grieving the loss of their 26-year-old son, Scott. The three of them had planned a Hawaii trip before he passed. As the departure date approached, neither grieving parent wanted to go. One day, however, Georgia re-considered. Maybe the trip would distract them. They invited her mother to join them. The island was beautiful. One morning Georgia and her husband took a walk along the beach where black lava had hardened into the water. All around the Big Island, people leave names and messages made out of white stones on [More]

Crisp white cotton billowed in the wind almost knocking the clothespin out of my hand. After a struggle, I clipped one corner of the bed sheet onto the line to dry. “You’ve got it!” Mother called from the window that looked out onto the backyard. Heart disease kept her from doing much, so household chores like hanging out the laundry fell to me. I didn’t mind—even with my full-time job. Mother didn’t always ask for help when she needed it. I watched her closely so she didn’t have to. Featured Product Angels in the ER Angels in the ER & [More]

I was at the bus stop, heading home after a long, busy night waiting tables at a steak house, when I realized I’d left behind my money pouch, with $70 worth of tips in it! I couldn’t afford to lose a night’s pay. I ran back into the restaurant. There was no sign of my money. Just imagine you had the night off, I told myself. I’d try to forget about it. The next night was even busier than the one before. I was already waiting on five tables at once, when an elderly couple, both snow white-haired, sat down [More]

Debe’s mother-in-law passed away in Wisconsin during freezing January, so the family decided to hold a memorial service at the funeral home chapel instead of at a gravesite. With so many friends and family members traveling to say their last goodbyes, “We put all her photos and favorite memories out for all to see,” Debe says. “One item I wanted to have on display was an angel that had fiber optics in her outstretched wings.” Debe and her husband had given the angel to his mother the previous Christmas, and she loved looking at it and watching the colors changing [More]

My wife and I adopted a Chihuahua with a bright white spot on her back, whom we named Nuala (pronounced noo-luh, short for Fionnula, an Irish name meaning “white shoulder”). In addition to the white spot, Nuala has another unusual marking—or pair of them, to be exact: two symmetrical black streaks just above her shoulder blades. Nuala’s a young dog, and her coat is still changing. The longer she stays with us, the more pronounced the marks are becoming. “They look a lot,” my wife pointed out recently, “like wings.” Nuala may be the first dog I’ve ever had with [More]

John was a teenager in the ‘70s, raised in a very religious family. But he was more interested in hot cars and pretty girls. “My faith was very superficial,” he says, “consisting mostly of a strict adherence to the rules except when my parents weren’t looking.” Shortly after getting his driver’s license, John landed a well-paying job at a local grocery store chain. Soon he talked his dad into letting him buy a motorcycle. “Now, my independence was complete,” John explains. “I earned my own money. I was buying my own vehicle. I felt like an adult.” (And at six [More]

Measuring tape, hand wipes, magnifier, jeweler’s loupe, and a pile of dollar bills for negotiating. I was armed and ready for the yard sales Jessie and I planned to hit that day. I even had a little surprise to show my friend when I drove up to her house in my silver Olds. “Check out the bumper,” I said as she came out to the car. I didn’t want her to miss the new hot pink sticker I’d applied: THIS CAR STOPS AT ALL YARD SALES. “That’s us,” said Jessie as she grabbed the classified section off the seat and [More]

For Chanukah two years ago, I bought Nicole a pair of shearling earmuffs. I had remembered how much she said she hated wearing a winter hat when it got cold (she never liked how they looked on her), so I got her the next best thing to help keep her warm. She loved the gift—she’s worn the earmuffs for two winters now. Last week, Nicole was heading home from work, riding the New York City subway. The train stopped at Union Square and Nicole got out. As she stepped through the subway doors, the earmuffs fell from her head…and dropped [More]

How did a guy like me wind up in what was then known as Saigon, Vietnam, in 1966? Looking out my dirty hotel window one evening I still wasn’t sure. There was a war being fought in the jungles north of us. But that wasn’t what brought me here. I was here for the paycheck. I was hired by an American firm contracted by the U.S. Navy for construction work. My skills as an engineer were in demand. Right away I knew I did not like Saigon. It was hot, dirty and confusing. We engineers lived in a fleabag hotel [More]

Angels don’t always announce their arrival. And they don’t always have wings. But however angels come, they change our lives. Tammy Kline would agree. Tammy, her husband Rich, and several others had embarked on the Grand Canyon climb. An experienced hiker (and married to one), Tammy had never had a serious problem climbing hills in Colorado. But now as the group approached Phantom Ranch at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, the huge uneven steps going down the trail were about 18 inches apart. Each time Tammy landed on one, she jarred her knee and gradually the pain began. Read [More]

Many angel stories occur in hospitals, and that’s logical, isn’t it? Where better to look for helpers of the spiritual kind? Mary LaGrange of Greenfield, Wisconsin, would agree. She was concerned when her brother George was admitted to the hospital to have laser surgery on his lower eye lid. He had had a previous surgery on that eye lid because of a bout with cancer, and the laser had removed a small portion of lid and his eyelashes. Now his eye was becoming irritated, and the doctor wanted to do the procedure again. Read More Angelic Doctor Helps Patient Make [More]

Zippy stuck his head out the car window, grinning into the wind that ruffled his fur. We were having a fine time vacationing in a cabin in northern Minnesota for the month of August. My husband, Bill, hiked; Zippy, our Shetland sheepdog, ran in the open space; and I painted. We left our hideaway to replace the creaky old bed frame in the cabin. “Look over there!” I said, pointing up the road at a country store with a big sign hanging out front: Consignment Shop. Bill pulled up and parked. Zippy jumped around in back, eager to get out. [More]

Vail Mountain—the perfect vacation spot for ski lovers like my husband, John, and me. From our chair on the ski lift, I watched the evergreens pass underneath. Suddenly I felt something wet hit my head. Thick icy snow ran down my face and onto my lap. More and more fell from the sky. Sleet! Forget hitting the slopes! We skied off the lift and looked for shelter. There was none. The ice coated my goggles. I took them off and squinted between my gloved fingers. Nothing but white. “I can’t see a thing, can you?” I asked John. Read More [More]

Up here on the Northern Peninsula of Newfoundland February blizzards come up right quick, and when they do, watch out! Snow blows in heaps from the northeast, pack ice piles up and you can’t see five feet in front of you. A man can lose his way just walking to a neighbor’s house. It’s weather you don’t want to get lost in. I should know. I had my own brush with a blizzard when I was just 25. It happened on a chilly February Saturday here in Raleigh, where I’ve lived all my life. Read More Man Lost in Blizzard [More]

Piano music started to play and I took my position at the barre. Dance class was the one place I could put aside my worries these days. My mother had come through surgery for her broken hip remarkably well. Even at 87, she was healthy and fit, and the doctors anticipated a smooth recovery. After a short stay in the hospital she was transferred to a rehabilitation center. But almost as soon as she got there she was rushed back to the hospital for an emergency blood transfusion. Read More Woman Feels Angelic Presence When She Needs It Most – [More]

Robin Leach, host of the former Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous is one of many celebrities who have angel stories to share. A few years ago he told his to listeners of WYLL Radio in Chicago. Christmas was approaching and Robin had invited over some friends who, he knew, might otherwise spend the holiday alone. They would have a feast, he promised. Robin would bring the wine, and his best friend would provide the food, including a turkey with all the trimmings. “On Christmas eve, I phoned the friend who was supposed to provide the food,” Robin says. “I [More]

The trip started out like hundreds of others. Lorie Torbeck of Appleton, Wisconsin, helped by her teenage daughter, Eryn, buckled the seven children who attended Lorie’s home daycare into their seats in her big Chevy Suburban to go to the high school. “Eryn was a cheerleader, and it was yearbook picture day for the team,” Lorie says. “The kids and I had made this quick trip dozens of times.” Now, as they were driving along a narrow stretch of highway, a white panel truck came toward them. Lorie moved over a few inches, onto the shoulder, to give the truck [More]

Someone at work gave my son, Sean, a big red helium balloon on a string, and you would have thought it was the moon! Presents didn’t come often to my three-year-old. Nor me. I was thankful for my job at his day-care center, but it didn’t pay much. I’d been so full of hope once. Now it seemed like I would be forever struggling. I reached out to tie the balloon to Sean’s wrist for our walk to the car. “I’m a big boy!” he said, jerking his hand away. “Promise you’ll hold on to it tightly?” I said. Sean [More]