Proof The Bible Is True

Thunderstorms. The blips on the radar screen disturbed me as the copilot and I ran through our preflight checks. I leaned around the cockpit door. A young boy lay on a stretcher, unconscious, pale as death. His doctor and four nurses stood by. Medical equipment crowded the aisle. I was chief pilot for a charter airline, and I’d handled hundreds of ambulance flights, but I seldom knew much about the patients I transported. This boy was named Toby. He was 11 and had something wrong with his brain. We were all set to fly from Cincinnati to Branson, an hour [More]

Justin was stretched out on the couch watching TV. “How can you enjoy being cooped up on a day like this?” I asked. He shrugged, the nonverbal equivalent of “Whatever.” Justin was at that age. Moody, private. I had no idea what went on inside his head. “Well, it’s beautiful outside,” I said. “I want to do something. Maybe take the canoe out on the river.” “What’s stopping you?” Justin said, his eyes glued to the television set. “It’d be a lot easier if I had a hand. Come on, we haven’t hit the Housatonic in ages. That 16-foot canoe [More]

Christmas Eve always began for us with a delivery of my mother-in-law’s homemade candy. Instead I’d started the day with a disappointing phone call. “I’m so sorry your Christmas candy won’t arrive on time this year,” my mother-in-law said. “I just got the package off a few hours ago.” We were in New Jersey; she lived in Ohio. The candy wouldn’t get here until after Christmas. Especially with all the snow we’d been having. Read More Christmas Angels Help Package Arrive on Time – Guideposts.

Emergency medicine doesn’t take holidays off, but this was the first time I’d pulled an EMT shift on Christmas. Already we were racing to a studio apartment in an independent living community to answer the night’s first 911 call. I couldn’t help thinking this was supposed to be a night of miracles, not injuries. The ambulance had barely come to a full stop when my partner, Dan, and I jumped out with a gurney. A staff member from the facility waited at the apartment door. Featured Product Angels in Disguise Angels in Disguise A must-read for all pet and animal [More]

Church on Sunday couldn’t compete with a pond full of crappie. That’s where my best friend, Johnathon, and I were headed if the minister ever finished his sermon. “Take a good look around you,” he went on. “Think the people you see are the only ones in this church today? Think again. There are angels in our midst, watching over us, waiting to perform one of God’s miracles in our lives.” Read More Guardian Angel Protects Teenage Boy in Car Accident – Guideposts.

It was our third day in Prague and already we’d visited six churches. My wife, Tib, has a boundless capacity for gilded domes and rococo statuary, but as I limped painfully up the steps to Our Lady of Victory I promised myself this was my last church here in the Czech Republic. I’d plead the inevitable stair-climbing involved; a year after knee-replacement surgery steps were still agony. Read More Angelic Sculptor Miraculously Repairs Statue – Guideposts.

Many weekends I get up before dawn and head to my favorite fishing hole, a wooded lake near my home in North Carolina. It’s not just catching fish I like. It’s the quiet. The time to think. The lake reminds me of the Oil Mill Pond in Danbury, Connecticut, where I used to fish and skate when I was a kid. I’ve often puzzled over something that happened to me there one winter when I was eight. I understood it then, or thought I did. But over the years I began to wonder if my explanation was nothing more than [More]

I fretted as I felt my five-year-old daughter’s warm forehead. All day she had been sick with a fever. I checked her temperature again. Still high. It had been nearly four years since she had a seizure, but still I worried. The doctors had never figured out what triggered her off-and-on seizures as an infant. I lay down beside her and dozed off. A piercing scream jolted me awake. I knew that scream. I grabbed for my glasses and shoved them on. Celina was deathly white and her eyes were glassy and fixed. Her body was stiff. Her tiny chest [More]

John White was the general sales manager at a Ford dealership in Kingman, Arizona. Sometimes he drove trade-ins home at night to see if they were fit for resale. The trip to John’s home in Bullhead City was a challenge: he had to maneuver through a dangerous mountain pass, but also watch out for unsavory characters known to also travel the road. One night John had just reached the top of that treacherous mountain pass, when the used car went dead. “No lights, no power brakes or steering,” John recalls. Somehow he guided it through the winding curves, pulled it [More]

Nuns usually enjoy telling people of the miracles that graced their order’s founders, and the Sisters of the Third Order of St. Francis are no exception. The primary objective of this order is to care for the sick and the poor, and through the years they have had some interesting experiences. One of their favorites occurred around 1885, several years after they had come to America and settled in the Peoria, Illinois area. A contagious disease had broken out, and many ill people were being brought to Mother Krasse and her sisters. Most of the sick were delirious with high [More]

The lazy days of summer were winding down, and I was anxious for the new school year to begin. I always liked to come into my elementary school art classroom a couple of weeks before the first day to get things ready for the kids. You could hear a pin drop in the quiet halls. My mind wandered among all the new projects and ideas I had for the coming year. Thank you, God, for this time alone to work hard and prepare. Read More Guardian Angel Catches a Woman’s Fall – Guideposts.

On school days Mom had our Chevy Suburban at her disposal. We needed room enough for us five kids, sacks of groceries and whatever supplies the animals required. Our house in the Santa Barbara foothills sat on a high plateau with steep drop-offs front and back, reaching hundreds of feet down. We could see the entire city far below, but ours was like a place deep in the country. We had lots of animals running around—chickens, pigs and of course our dogs and cats. Read More Guardian Angels Protect Children Trapped in Car Wreck – Guideposts.

Paula Steinke was enjoying Prospect High School immensely. She was now a sophomore, but her parents were still hesitant about giving her more freedom. “I especially worry when you stay late after school and walk home alone,” Paula’s dad explained to her. “Promise you’ll phone me to come and get you.” Paula promised. But she felt a little guilty. The Steinkes have six children, and her father was busy enough without adding yet another run to his personal taxi service. But she obeyed. Read More Angel Escorts Young Woman Home at Night – Guideposts.

One day my friend Doug Schockey was swimming in the ocean when he was caught in an undertow. No matter how hard he swam, the water dragged him farther out to sea. Panicking, he swam harder, exhausting himself with fear and exertion, when suddenly two swimmers appeared, one on either side of him, two men. Reead More Summer Angels Save Swimmer – Guideposts.

As an editor at Angels on Earth, Be an Angel Day was an idea I couldn’t pass up. Now I just had to find the right thing to do for someone else. Sounds easy, right? Not if you have a habit of over-thinking. Even with a list of ideas I couldn’t settle on the right one. I puzzled over it as the subway pulled into my stop, Times Square. On my long walk through the crowded station, head bent, weaving through the crowd, I kept asking myself, Who do I know who could use some kindness? Then it hit me: [More]

Going back to school for my accounting degree would be good for my five-year-old daughter in the long run, but for now it kept me from spending time with her. So in the free minutes I did have I made sure Georgia came first. We played “Lion King,” her favorite game, with a play set of figurines from the movie. Timon, the funny meerkat, was her favorite. One Saturday afternoon I studied in the yard while Georgia shuffled through the fall leaves with her figurines. The darkness snuck up on us. “Mommy,” Georgia said, “Timon is missing!” Read More Angels [More]

Bark chipped away under my feet as I scrambled up the tree. Not six inches below the soles of my shoes, a pack of feral dogs snapped and growled. My .22 caliber rifle lay useless on the snow-covered ground beneath the tree. “You shouldn’t be running your trap line alone this time of year,” my father had told me as I left the house that morning. “It can get dangerous up in those mountains.” “I can take care of myself,” I’d answered and I meant it. I was 13. I knew the Tennessee mountains. I couldn’t imagine a danger I [More]

Dave and Joyce Keel were stationed overseas in Naples, Italy. One weekend another couple joined them to camp on a Mediterranean beach further north than where they usually went. Al and Sonnie were into snorkeling and had brought their gear along. “Joyce, you have to try it,” Sonnie urged her. “You’ll love it.” Joyce warned Sonnie she was not a proficient swimmer, but her friend persuaded her to try. Al and Sonnie gave Joyce a snorkeling crash course and despite her misgivings, she decided to give it a try. “Stay real close to us,” Sonnie told her. “If you do [More]

Heat rose in waves from the road in front of me. I patted my horse, Patches. “I know, I’m hot too,” I said. “Maybe I shouldn’t have taken you out for a ride today.” Squinting against the glaring sun, I scanned the Montana sky for any sign of reprieve. The sky stretched blue and clear to the far horizon. I gave Patches as much slack in the reins as I could. Steady drops of sweat rolled down the middle of my back. My mouth dried until my lips cracked. I didn’t think I could keep going, but we could not [More]

We were only an hour into our 3,000-mile, cross-country trek to my family reunion in North Carolina. Already, bored voices from the backseat of our old, un-air-conditioned Dodge Dart were pleading: “Are we there yet?” Driving wasn’t the fastest route to our destination, but it was the cheapest. My husband, Jeff, and I had planned this trip for months, mapping it from our home in eastern Washington, highlighting campgrounds along the way. I couldn’t wait to catch up with relatives and show off Christy, our newest addition at 18 months old. At least she wasn’t crying in her car seat—yet. [More]

We lounged on inner tubes, floating lazily down the river. It was August and some coworkers had invited me along on a weekend getaway, tubing Wisconsin’s Apple River. The river’s a hugely popular tubing spot. Already, only a few minutes after we’d entered the water, other tubers were joining our flotilla. At least 20 of us drifted in the gentle current, our tubes lashed together with thick twine. We talked, ate and drank, and watched the wooded banks glide by. Read More Survival Stories: Heavenly Angel on the Rapids – Guideposts.

For Mother’s Day, our tiny church had helped me prepare something special. “A gift to celebrate the mothers in the congregation,” I explained to the small but full house of worshippers. I said a silent prayer we had enough with the 10 baskets we’d filled up with a porcelain dove, Bible verse, lotions and perfume. “Would the moms come to the altar, please?” One by one, women rose and made their way up to me. I nervously counted heads. One, two, three… Eleven? My heart dropped. Maybe I miscounted. I hadn’t. Eleven mothers, ten gifts! “Lord,” I whispered, “we need [More]

Wildflowers as tall as wild grass dotted the countryside. Fortunately I hadn’t seen another car—or house—for miles, so I admired Massachusetts’ rolling meadows without distraction. I had just enough time to get to the Christian coffee house, where I was helping make a Father’s Day brunch. It wouldn’t happen without the supplies piled into my white Ford Galaxie: sausage, bacon and croissants, paper plates, cups and favors for the dads. via Guardian Angels Help Woman with Broken Car on Father’s Day – Guideposts.

Five a.m. Time to get up. I run our family’s 150-year-old farm pretty much on my own, so I had to get up early to get a day’s work done. Feed the animals. Check to see that all are healthy. Then to church, since it was a Sunday. Helping hands, I thought, seated in my pew. So much to do. If you can hear me up there, Lord, I sure could use some help. Following church, I hurried home and wolfed down breakfast. The farm is 188 acres. I grow wheat, soybeans, corn and alfalfa hay, and today was the [More]

“River flooded again,” my husband said, staring out the window. The quaint little brook that ran alongside our property was one of the reasons we’d bought this house. Problem was, when it stormed, tree branches got carried on the current, clogged up the river and flooded our yard. Daryl and I put on old clothes and grabbed a couple of rakes from the garage. “Let’s split up,” he said. “I’ll start at one end and you start at the other.” I wish Kyle were here, I thought, walking along the water, bending down every few feet to fish a branch [More]

One of the best things about having George Miller as a neighbor and a friend was his dad’s bakery. So when he asked if I wanted to take a walk there on a broiling hot Saturday morning in July 1931, I jumped at the chance. The bakery was three stories high, and George and I planned to explore the whole place top to bottom. “Hi, Dad!” George called when we went inside. “I’ve got Don with me!” Mr. Miller waved to us from behind the counter. “You boys want cookies?” he said. “Oven fresh.” We eagerly accepted his offer, then [More]

I couldn’t see without my glasses, so when I reached into my purse to swap my prescription sunglasses out for my regular glasses and found the case empty, my mouth went dry. My husband, Peter, and I had been all over doing errands. They could be anywhere! We searched the van first with no luck. “Maybe they dropped out of the case at that last store?” I said. My good sport of a husband spun the wheel into a U-turn. Read More Heavenly Angel Helps Woman Find Lost Glasses – Guideposts.