by Robert Owens

Created on: March 13, 2009   Last Updated: March 15, 2009

For some people Angels are fantasy. Angels are merely an idea, a concept. They are something that bring a warm and fuzzy feeling and then a sigh of reluctant disbelief. Then there are others, people like me, who have been touched. People for whom the reality and presence of angels is so incontrovertable, that to deny their existence would be akin to denying their own life.

As to what exactly is an Angel? I have no idea. Scriptures from all over the world tell us different things. But they only give us a hint. A small glimpse as to what the ancients thought of Angels. However when people ask me if I believe in Angels, I steadfastly look them in the eyes and say no, I don't believe, I know.

When I was younger, I must have been twelve, I was visiting my grandparents farm in Terre Haute Indiana. A large sixteen acre place with lots of greenspace and open land. It was a haven of sorts for me. At that time I had been questioning the reality of Angels and the supernatural. One day my grandfather went out to work in the greenhouse and being a loyal grandson I of course followed him. That day he had decided to burn old boxes and refuse, so he had me gather up the materials needed to build a bonfire. When I had gathered enough materials we put them in a pile on a patch of dirt and started the fire. I have always been and still am transfixed with fire. I love it. Soon my grandfather had other errands to take care of around the farm but I decided to stay and watch the fire for a bit. By leaving me there my grandfather was in no way "endangering" me. He was always very responsible and he had already gone over what "not" to do near a fire. So he left me trusting full well that everything would be ok. However as I sat tending the fire, I noticed that part of the pile had not yet "caught", and as part of the fun of large fires is their size, I decided to throw the box onto the pile. However as I bent down to pick it up, I tripped. Now the fire had been built on level ground as the land was used for farming in the spring and summer, however at the time it was unplanted and merely dirt. I had been standing above the fire where there was a slight incline so when I tripped it was more then just a stumble. As I was falling literally into the fire, I felt two hands in front of me literally shove me back. This was not a gentle push but a full hard shove. Hard enough, that I fell backwards in the opposite direction and landed on my butt. My grandfather had always been sort of mystical so when I told him what had happened he smiled knowingly and said he was glad I was ok. My family has a long of history of supernatural events and mystical happenings. But to directly experience it is far removed from hearing or reading about it. I know that If unseen hands had not shoved me out of harm's way, I would have suffered very bad burns and possibly worse.

That is why if people ask me why I believe in God, or Angels or anything supernatural, I can tell them this story. I can tell them that I dont believe. I know.

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