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Angels Watching Over Us
I found this story in a Chuck Smith Commentary at the Blue Letter Bible while I was looking for something else. I thought it was a really cool story about angels watching over us. You can check out the whole thing HERE.
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When I was in high school here in Santa Ana, I saw my dream car on South Main Street. Smitty mufflers, fog lights, dual spots, Buick skirts, little three-window '36 Ford Coupe. Oh man, black, was that thing beautiful. I lusted after that car. And I had a buddy that I was running around with at the time and I had half the money and we were going to go into a partnership on a car. It never would have worked, but we were going to... you know, you want something bad enough you dream all ways to get it. And he had a '36 Ford, but it was, you know, one of those longer kind of things. It just wasn't a pretty one. So he said, "Well, my dad lives up in Glendale, and I have at my dad's house some adding machines and typewriters and I can sell them for enough to get my half for the car. Let's go up to my dad's house." So we went by and saw my mom and I said, "We're going to go up and spend the night in Glendale and at his dad's house. We'll be home tomorrow." And so we took off in his car for Glendale. At that time, Firestone Boulevard was the way into Los Angeles, the three-lane highway. And during the war, gas rationing, and just very few cars on the road at night. You can't... living here now you can't believe how it was then.
We were way out in the country near Buena Park when the motor died on his car. And so we pushed, popped the clutch and everything else. Tried to get the thing going. Pushed it for, oh I guess four or five blocks, and there was a little gas station that was there. And so he said, "I think it's the coil." I mean, "I think it's the condenser or something," and he didn't know anything about mechanics. But anyhow, we went into this service station. Old man in there, and he had a big mean police dog and he wasn't very friendly and didn't have any parts or anything. So we were tired of pushing and so we decided we'd turn the car around, head it back towards Santa Ana. And then we'd wait for a car to come along and we'd flag it and ask him, we'd tell him we're having a hard time getting it started, would they give us a shove? We figured we'd just leave it in neutral; let them shove till they got tired. And then we wait for the next car to come. And there we were, way out in the country, and there was no way to get home.
So we were sitting there, talking and all, talking about how we'd get this car and all this kind of stuff and all excited about the prospects of buying this hot little Ford, and so after a while, five minutes or so, a car was coming down the road. And so he jumped out so he could flag the car and just out of... I just slipped over to the driver's side and I hit the starter once more, and the thing fired up. So he ran around and got in on the passenger side, he says, "Well, you got it going, so let's go." So we took off for Santa Ana. Got back to Lee's Drive-In out there on Manchester and stopped and got a Coke and hamburger, saw a bunch of kids from high school.
So we started on then down to my house, and as we turned off on Flower Street, we were getting near Santa Clara, and he said, "Hey, your parents aren't expecting you home." I said, "Nope." He said, "My dad doesn't know we're coming." He said, "So why don't we just turn around and go back up to Glendale, because it doesn't matter what time we get to my dad's house, you know. Your mom's not expecting you home anyhow." So I said, "Why not." So he started to pull a U-turn there on Santa Clara and the car died again, and simultaneously three tires blew out. Just pop, pop, pop. I mean, we were dead.
I lived up on North Broadway at the time, so we just walked down to my house and got on my bike and I rode him on my bike over to his house and got home. And before we could go up to Glendale again, we had sort of parted company and given up on the little Ford idea and just let it pass.
About a year later, there was a knock on our door. I answered it. The guy introduced himself and showed me an ID and he said, "I'm with the FBI. I'd like to talk to you." I said, "Sure." He said, "What do you know about some typewriters up in Glendale? Adding machines." I said, "Well, all I know is that I was headed up there one night to get some with this fellow," and I said, "but we had car trouble and we never made it." He said, "You can thank your lucky stars you had car trouble." He stole them from some government place and felony and so forth. And when he told me the story, I said, "Well, I'm not going to thank my lucky stars, I'm going to thank my angel." And suddenly I got the picture of that angel holding the coils and getting a shock stopping that stupid car, you know. Then popping the tires as he left just to make sure we wouldn't go anywhere.
I'm convinced. You can't you can't convince me otherwise; I'm convinced the angel of the Lord was watching over me. Interesting thing, when I got back in the house at home, my mom was out in the living room praying. She said, "Oh, son, I'm so glad to see you came home tonight." She said, "I was really worried about the trip. I just didn't feel right about it and I've just been praying for you." Of course, I didn't know at that time. I said, "Well, thanks, Mom," but I didn't know at that time the full story. But oh, I'm certain that there... when we get to heaven, we're going to learn a lot of things that we were spared from. And maybe at the time we looked at it as bad luck or misfortune or, "Oh, man," you know. And yet, God was watching over. God was keeping us. "He shall give His angels charge over thee. To bear thee up in their hands, lest you dash your foot against a stone."
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Kinda long, but it was worth it, wasn't it?
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I know who saved my soul and I want this world to know, that I was once blind, once lost, Now I'm blood bought, reconciled to God by the blood He shed on the cross. -Eternal M.o.G.
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That is cool.
I know there is some angel watching over me. I have escaped death a few times.
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Now, wouldn't that be some interesting stories to share.....
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Now, wouldn't that be some interesting stories to share.....
Yes probably, but it would be a violation of my parole to mention anything about the 2 major ones.
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Great, not only did you have to tell everyone, you did it twice.
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OOOH, that's weird. Maybe someone has you under surveillance.
Let the conspiracy theories begin. 
Maybe T.H.E.Y. are watching you. Whoever THEY are.
Team of Heartless Egotistical Yellowbellies.
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Ok, here is one of them.
When I was in 6th grade for the second time (yes that is correct, I failed 6th grade the first time, but I skipped kindergarten so it kinda balanced out, but that is another story), I did something very very stupid.
My father had a pistol, it was a small .22 caliber semi automatic, and I had actually fired it with him once. He kept it stuffed away in his sock drawer. Now I was actually smart enough to know that you shouldn’t play with guns but…. I really wanted one of the slugs from out of a bullet. They were these shiny little copper slugs and I thought one of them would make a really cool necklace.
So I was sitting out on my front porch with a bullet and two pairs of pliers. Neither of my parents was around (probably at the local tavern). I was using the pliers to try to twist the slug away from the shell. So I was holding on to the shell with one pair of pliers much tighter than I was holding onto the slug, because the slug was softer, and I didn’t want it to get damaged if I was going to make a necklace out of it. So the slug end of the bullet kept slipping out of the pliers, and the pliers holding the shell end kept hitting the concrete patio below.
After about the 7th or 8th time the pliers slipped like this I got this really loud ringing sensation in my ears. I had no idea what had happened. I looked down at the pliers holding the shell end of the bullet, and noticed that the slug, and all the powder was missing. I looked at the other pliers and they were not holding the slug. It was only then I figured out what had happened. The last time the pliers slipped the primer on the shell had struck the concrete patio with enough force to fire the slug out of the shell. That ringing in my ears was from the explosion of the gun powder from the shell. I started to get very scared, and was shaking. I went inside the house and went into the bathroom; I thought I was going to vomit. I looked in the mirror and noticed a red streak on the right side of my face just a half-inch or so below my eye. The bullet had passed so close to my face it had left a slight burn mark. I realized I had come less than an inch short of shooting my self in the face at almost point blank range.
I consider myself very fortunate. Even if the shot was not fatal I could have bleed to death, nobody else was at home, and none of the neighbors came out to see what the noise was. I never played with guns or bullets again. So I believe that angels are watching over us.
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