David Bahn – Reflections

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About that time Herod the king laid violent hands on some who belonged to the church. He killed James the brother of John with the sword, and when he saw that it pleased the Jews, he proceeded to arrest Peter also. This was during the days of Unleavened Bread. And when he had seized him, he put him in prison, delivering him over to four squads of soldiers to guard him, intending after the Passover to bring him out to the people. So Peter was kept in prison, but earnest prayer for him was made to God by the church.

Now when Herod was about to bring him out, on that very night, Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains, and sentries before the door were guarding the prison. And behold, an angel of the Lord stood next to him, and a light shone in the cell. He struck Peter on the side and woke him, saying, “Get up quickly.” And the chains fell off his hands. And the angel said to him, “Dress yourself and put on your sandals.” And he did so. And he said to him, “Wrap your cloak around you and follow me.” And he went out and followed him. He did not know that what was being done by the angel was real, but thought he was seeing a vision. 10 When they had passed the first and the second guard, they came to the iron gate leading into the city. It opened for them of its own accord, and they went out and went along one street, and immediately the angel left him. 11 When Peter came to himself, he said, “Now I am sure that the Lord has sent his angel and rescued me from the hand of Herod and from all that the Jewish people were expecting.”

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I believe I had a genuine encounter with a genuine angel. It was a Sunday morning, shortly before worship was to start at Our Saviour Lutheran Church in Vernal, Utah. A young man had visited, signed in for communion and taken a seat in the pew waiting for worship to begin. The encounter was polite and brief. I left him and turned to other people. Less than 5 minutes later he was gone. Without a trace. No one saw him leave. He didn’t speak with anyone.

Why do I believe he was an angel? It’s primarily because the occasion of the encounter I drew deeply-felt life-long conclusions about how I would handle ministry situations. I was too brief with the young man. I may have offended him. He may have been OK, but I fear that he likely misunderstood our conversation.

Angels are messengers from God. They are mighty in power and many in number. They worship God together with angels and archangels and all the company of heaven. They serve him perfectly, protecting God’s chosen ones, and obeying God’s every command. The good angels that is. (There are evil angels as well).

It was a good angel who broke into(!) the cell where Peter was being held. And he took charge in every possible way. He stood next to Peter in the cell, appearing with light shining there. He struck Peter on the side and woke him, saying, “Get up quickly.” When the chains fell off Peter’s hands, the angel said to him, “Dress yourself and put on your sandals.” Then he told Peter, “Wrap your cloak around you and follow me.” They passed the first and the second guard, came to the iron gate leading into the city, and it opened for them of its own accord. One street later the angel left him. Just like that. 

There was a fairly obvious reason the angel was dispatched to release Peter from prison. Herod’s fierce persecution of the Christians meant that Peter was in grave danger. And Peter would be needed for the successful growth of the nascent church. Peter would ultimately not be spared a cruel death according to Church tradition. But for now he would be saved. There was work to be done. God sent an angel to help him along in that task.

Not every appearance of angels are that strategic. But many are. I’m thinking of the angel showing up after Daniel began praying (Daniel 10). Or the angels at the tomb telling the women that Jesus was alive. Angels were dispatched to tell Zechariah that he and Elizabeth were to have a child. The angel Gabriel told Mary she would conceive in her womb and bear Jesus, the Son of God. Angels will be dispatched on the Great Last Day to gather God’s people from the north, south, east, and west into his eternal kingdom.

Once in a while angels are sent to protect God’s people. Some we may not even recognize. We may have entertained many angels and have been completely unaware of it (cf. Hebrews 13:1-2). They are ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation (Hebrews 1:13-14). That’s you and me. Thank God for his holy angels – recognized or not!


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7 responses to “Angels Watching Over Me”

  1. Dianne Moses Avatar

    This issue of Reflections reminds me of an encounter I am certain was with an angel, but I read your story and continued on reading email without comment. It is now 1:03 in the morning, my hands are arthritic and my 87 year old mind not at my best, but I think we should tell our stories for we can never know who might be in great need of hearing them. You may remember me from serving 12 years .on the Texas District Board of Directors of CEF. What a blessing to be chosen to serve!
    It was a big white pick-up truck with no markings nor a company logo. I would not have noticed it on any ordinary day, but this day, on a lonely day in the thickest dirt storm I have ever encountered and on an Interstate highway, I am certain this big white pick-up truck saved the lives of my 11 year old grand-daughter and myself.
    We had left Midland, Texas and on our way home to Big Spring when I glanced North because the wind had picked up and getting dirty. Dirt storms are not unusual in West Texas, but this one looked like a huge mountain range moving towards us and as I noticed cars and big 18 wheelers taking the upcoming exit to Stanton, Texas I decided it best that we should also and pulled into the near-by gas station, parking on the south side of the building, thinking it good protection from the wind and dirt.
    It was a good protective place on the south side of the building to be able to see upward thru breaks in the cloud of dirt as the layers of dirt moved in different directions. It was a monster of a dirt storm and thinking to deflect fear for my grand-daughter we sat talking while the car rocked with the pounding wind.
    After awhile, the wind and dirt began to subside and as other cars and trucks began getting back onto the highway, we did also. After a few miles I hadn’t noticed that the wind and dirt was nearly upon us again until I realized we were alone on the road when I became totally blinded, not being able to see even the surface of the road in the thick blowing dirt!
    Thinking that I was still in the right hand, East going lane of the Highway, I was suddenly aware of a big white pick-up truck slowly pulling up on the right side of our car! I saw that I was totally disoriented!I Not at all in the right hand lane, but in the far left land!
    I did not see any headlights from the up coming truck, but the surface of the highway was cleared as if on a bright sunny day and I saw that I was not only on the far left lane, but barely on the surface of the road, totally disoriented and pretty certain to have left the road and rolled over into the ravine if not for that very big white pick-up truck!
    The big white truck pulled slowly ahead of us and as it did, I could easily see to pull over behind him. I didn’t see a driver, but I was not looking for one and focused on holding the car steady and closely behind him. As we went on a few more miles like this, the surface of the road remained clearly visible even though the only thing I could see in the blinding dirt, was the roadway surface and that big white truck. Praise God!
    After I don’t know how long, the wind and dirt cleared and that big white truck moved over into the left lane of the highway, slowly crossing over and into the median decline from our East bound lane and West from whence he had come out of nowhere!
    Praise God! He had surely sent His Holy Spirit to save grandmother and child on that stormy day! There have been other unusual situations that just must have been the work of the Holy Spirit and my prayer is always that He will give me the wisdom to do His Will when these things happen.
    My granddaughter is now grown with a family of her own and teaching reading, writing and English as a second language. I have reminded her to never, ever forget that she is loved and valued by our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and He will always have work for her to do. Praise God!
    May God Always bring blessings of joy and goodness to you and Yours.
    Dianne Moses

    1. David Bahn Avatar

      This is a beautiful story of God’s providential care through an angel. Thank you so much for sharing it. And, yes, I do remember you on the CEF board. It was indeed a privilege to serve on that board. 87 years! God has honored you with many years. May you find peace and joy this Advent and Christmas season.

    2. David Bahn Avatar

      May I share this on my blog – not just as a comment, but as a shared story?

      1. Dianne Moses Avatar

        Certainly, you may share this story. I am of the opinion that we must share our experiences with the work of the Holy Spirit! On very unusual occasions I am convinced that he has placed me, I pray for the wisdom of whatever is required of me.
        Having an incurable but livable rare blood disease, an auto immune disease and highly sensitive to all drugs (can not have any vaccines) I have a lot of time at home alone which gives me time to read and write and especially value your Posts.
        I have had three serious brain traumas which have affected memory. Given powerful memory drugs prescribed,Brought back memories that I was always too busy with our family business, twenty-five offspring scattered across the US and blessed by the road leading to LCMS I had not given much thought to looking back and had not shared past events that I might have otherwise.
        Loss of spelling and writing skills which I continue to struggle with, I hope you will forgive my messy sentences and poor editing! 🙃. Especially as I tire easily.
        May God continue to bless you and your family.
        Dianne

    3. Quilting Crosses with Threads of Hope Avatar

      Dear Ms. Moses, thank you for sharing your beautiful story of the saving hand and wonder of angels sent by God. I heard of it first in the sermon message this morning. Shivers of joy, delight and awe ran through me as I read your account. You heard the angel’s message, “Follow me” to earthly safety just as you’ve heard the message of our Savior to “Follow me” into eternity. I love that you’ve now told it to us. Our true hope is in Jesus, and you have added the thrill of his providence through your sharing. Blessings!
      Peace and joy this Christmas season,
      Sondra Garrett

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