The Wonderful World of Angels
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The Birdies"
Throughout our lives we are blessed with spiritual
experiences, some of which are very sacred and confidential, and
others, although sacred, are meant to be shared. One summer my
family had a spiritual experience that had a lasting and profound
impact on us, one we feel must be shared. It's a message of love.
It's a message of regaining perspective, and restoring proper
balance and renewing priorities. In humility, I pray that I
might, in relating this story, give you a gift my little son,
Brian, gave our family one summer day. On July 22nd I was en
route to Washington DC for a business trip. It was all so very
ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I
collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement
was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service
representative immediately. I thought nothing of it until I
reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman
asking every male if they were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew
something was wrong and my heart sunk. When I got off the plane a
solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, "Mr. Glenn
there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the
emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the
phone so you can call the hospital. My heart was now pounding,
but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly I followed this
stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he
gave me for the Mission Hospital. My call was put through to the
trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been
trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes,
and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been
performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had
continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.
By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he
would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done
to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had
completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He
had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff,
my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in
her calmness. The return flight seemed to last forever, but
finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door
had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit,
nothing could have prepared me to see my little son lying so
still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He
was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to
give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream.
I was filled in with the details and given a guarded prognosis.
Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that
his heart was ok - two miracles, in and of themselves. But only
time would tell if his brain received any damage. Throughout the
seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian
would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith
like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained
unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my
business trip the day before. Finally at two o'clock that
afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the
most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said,
"Daddy, hold me," and he reached for me with his little
arms. By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological
or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival
spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine our gratitude
and joy. As we took Brian home we felt a unique reverence for the
life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who
brush death so closely. In the days that followed there was a
special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much
closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to
each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. Life
took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more
focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt
deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound. [Hold on, the
story is not over yet though] Almost a month later to the day of
the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said,
"Sit down Mommy. I have something to tell you." At this
time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say
a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his
bed and he began his sacred and remarkable story. Do you remember
when I got stuck under the garage door? Well it was so heavy and
it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me. I
started to cry, but then it hurt too badly. And then the
'birdies' came." "The birdies?", my wife asked
puzzled. "Yes," he replied. "The 'birdies' made a
whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of
me." "They did?" "Yes, he said."
"One of the 'birdies' came and got you. She came to tell you
I got stuck under the door." A sweet reverent feeling filled
the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My
wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and
spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from
beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air
like birds that fly. "What did the birdies look like?"
she asked. Brian answered. "They were so beautiful. They
were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and
white. But some of them had on just white." "Did they
say anything?" "Yes" he answered. They told me the
baby would be all right." "The baby?" My wife
asked confused. And Brian answered. "The baby laying on the
garage floor." He went on, "You came out and opened the
garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and
not leave." My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for
she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his
crushed chest and unrecognizable features, knowing he was already
dead, she looked up around her and whispered, "Don't leave
us Brian, please stay if you can." As she listened to Brian
telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the
spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this
little lifeless form. "Then what happened?" she asked.
"We went on a trip," he said, "far, far
away." He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't
seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort
him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting
to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but
finding the words was difficult. "We flew so fast up in the
air." "They're so pretty Mommy," he added,
"and there are lots and lots of 'birdies'." My wife was
stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her
more soundly, but with urgency she had never before known. Brian
went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him
that he had to come back and tell everyone about the
"birdies". He said they brought him back to the house
and that a big fire truck and an ambulance were there. A man was
bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man
the baby would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him. He said
"birdies" told him he had to go with the ambulance, but
they would be near him. He said that they were so pretty and so
peaceful, and he didn't want to come back. And then the bright
light came. He said that the light was so bright and so warm, and
he loved the bright light so much. Someone was in the bright
light and put their arms around him, and told him, "I love
you but you have to go back. You have to play baseball, and tell
everyone about the 'birdies'." Then the person in the bright
light kissed him and waved bye-bye. Then whoosh, the big sound
came and they went into the clouds. The story went on for an
hour. He taught us that "birdies" were always with us,
but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't
hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always
there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his
heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right
because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, "I
have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has a plan. Everyone
has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The
'birdies' help us to do that because they love us so much."
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all or
parts of it again and again. Always the story remained the same.
The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he
added further bits of information and clarified the message he
had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could
tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he spoke of
his "birdies". Everywhere he went, he told strangers
about the "birdies". Surprisingly, no one ever looked
at him strangely when he did this. Rather they always got a
softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have
not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will
be.
WHAT DO ANGELS LOOK LIKE?
Like the little old lady who returned your
wallet yesterday. Like the taxi driver who told you that your
eyes light up the world, when you smile. Like the small child who
showed you the wonder in simple things. Like the poor man who
offered to share his lunch with you. Like the rich man who showed
you that it really is all possible, if only you believe. Like the
stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your
way. Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't
think you had one to touch. Angels come in all sizes and shapes,
all ages and skin types. Some with freckles, some with dimples,
some with wrinkles, some without. They come disguised as friends,
enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools. They don't take
life too seriously, they travel light. They leave no forwarding
address, they ask nothing in return. They wear sneakers with
gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning. They are hard to
find when your eyes are closed, But they are everywhere you look,
when you choose to see.
What God Won't Ask
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1.
God won't ask what kind of fancy car you drove. He will ask how
many people you took to church who didn't have transportation. 2.
God won't ask the square footage of your house. He will ask how
many people you helped who didn't have a house. 3. God won't ask
how many fancy clothes you had in your closet. He will ask how
many of those clothes you gave away to the Salvation Army. 4. God
won't ask what social class you were in. He will ask what kind of
"class" you displayed. 5. God won't ask how many
material possessions you had. He will ask whether those material
possessions dictated your life. 6. God won't ask what your
highest salary was. He will ask if you trampled over any people
to obtain that salary. 7. God won't ask how much overtime you
worked. He will ask did you work overtime for your family. 8. God
won't ask how many promotions you received. He will ask what you
did to promote others. 9. God won't ask what your job title was.
He will ask did you perform your job to the best of your ability.
10. God won't ask how many promotions you took to chase a dollar
bill. He will ask how many promotions you refused to advance your
family's quality of life. 11. God won't ask how many times you
didn't run around on your spouse. He will ask how many times you
did. 12. God won't ask how many degrees you had. He will ask how
many people you thanked for helping you get those degrees. 13.
God won't ask what your parents did to help you. He will ask what
you did to help your parents. 14. God won't ask what you did to
help yourself. He will ask what you did to help others. 15. God
won't ask how many friends you had. He will ask how many people
you were a friend to. 16. God won't ask what you did to protect
your rights. He will ask what you did to protect the rights of
others. 17. God won't ask what neighborhood you lived in. He will
ask what other neighborhoods you visited. 18. God won't ask how
man times you told the truth. He will ask how many times you told
a lie. 19. God won't ask about the color of your skin. He will
ask about the color of your heart. 20. God won't ask how many
times your deeds matched your words. He will ask how many times
they didn't. All of us will stand before God someday..and
everything we did,said, and thought will all come to light. I
don't know about you but I have some things I want to make right.
Because You Loved Me
For all those times you stood by me For all the
truth that you made me see For all the joy you brought into my
life For all the wrong that you made right For every dream you
made come true For all the love I found in you I'll be forever
thankful You're the one who held me up Never let me fall You're
the one that saw me through Through it all You were my
strength when I was weak Your were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see You saw the best there was
in me Lifted me up when I couldn't reach You gave me faith 'cause
you believed I'm everything I am Because You Loved Me You
gave me wings that made me fly You touched my hand like you
touched the sky I lost my faith, you gave it back to me You said
my style was out of reach You stood by me and I stood tall I had
your love, I had it all I'm grateful for each day you gave me I
don't know that much, but I know this much is true I was pleased
because I was loved by you You were my strength when I was
weak You were my voice when I couldn't speak You were my eyes
when I couldn't see You saw the best there was in me Lifted me up
when I couldn't reach You gave me faith 'cause you believed I'm
everything I am Because You Loved Me You were always there
for me Tender when you carried me Light in the dark, shinning
your love into my life You've been my inspiration Through the
hours you learned the truth My world is a better place Because of
you You were my strength when I was weak You were my voice
when I couldn't speak You were my eyes when I couldn't see You
saw the best there was in me Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cause you believed I'm everything I am Because
You Loved Me.
as sung by: Celine Dion
Friends Are Like Angels
Our friends are like angels, Who brighten our
days. In all kinds of wonderful, Magical ways. Their
thoughtfulness comes, As a gift from above. And we feel we're
surrounded, By warm, caring love. Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun. And they fill ho-hum moments, With
laughter and fun. Friends are like angels, Without any wings.
Blessing our lives, With the most precious things.
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Angel voices, ever singing, round Thy throne of
light, Angel harps, forever ringing, rest not day or night;
Thousands only live to bless Thee, and confess Thee Lord of
might. Thou Who art beyond the farthest mortal eye can scan, Can
it be that Thou regardest songs of sinful man? Can we feel that
Thou art near us and wilt hear us? Yea, we can. Lord, we know Thy
love rejoices o'er each work of Thine; Thou didst ears and hands
and voices for Thy praise combine; Craftsman's art and music's
measure for Thy pleasure didst design. Here, great God, today we
offer of Thine own to Thee; And for Thine acceptance proffer, all
unworthily, Hearts and minds, and hands and voices, in our
choicest melody. Honor, glory, might and merit, Thine shall ever
be, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, blessed Trinity; Of the best
that Thou hast given Earth and heaven render Thee.
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Mighty God, while angels bless Thee, May a
mortal sing Thy Name? Lord of men as well as angels, Thou art
every creature's theme. Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of
eternal days. Sounded through the wide creation Be Thy just and
endless praise. For the grandeur of Thy nature, Grand beyond a
seraph's thought; For the wonders of creation, Works with skill
and kindness wrought. For Thy providence, that governs, Through
Thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow,
Blessèd be Thy gentle reign. Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie? Break, my tongue, such guilty
silence! Sing the Lord Who came to die. From the highest throne
of glory To the cross of deepest woe, All to ransom guilty
captives; Flow my praise, forever flow!
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