I believe in angels.
So many times I have been so close to being hurt physically and spiritually. I’ve even being close to death numerous times. For example, once I needed to take a bus, but it was too full. My husband told me to take it anyway, but I followed my internal feeling and took a cab instead. On the way home, I saw that bus was in the ditch. Later that night I learned that only a few people survived. It seemed that someone above sent an angel to guard me throughout of those times. There are many stories similar to mine, but one of them stands out to me. This is a story of my friend.
Chingiz a Muslim boy, who I knew from Kyrgyzstan, was a student at the university. His whole family was Muslim extremists, and they wanted him to follow their footsteps. If he ever betrayed their religion, he would be considered dead to his family. He joined the Christian organization at his university, and his family found out about it. Then Chingiz became dead to his family, and he was kicked out of their house.
A Christian organization rented an apartment for Chingiz on the third floor of the very old building. Stairways were extremely dark during the night due to the missing light bulbs. One of the nights Chingiz was done with his classes and headed home up his dark stairway. Nothing happened that night, but what happened the next day changed his and his family’s life forever.
Chingiz heard the knock on the door; it was one of his three brothers. He was in tears, and begged Chingiz for his forgiveness. Chingiz was shocked to hear that while he was going upstairs the day before, his brothers were hiding in the dark with the intention to kill him. Chingiz’s parents couldn’t live with the thought of their son being Christian, so they planned to kill him by sending his brothers to stab Chingiz to death.
Then Chingiz asked his brother, “So why didn’t you kill me then?” His brother replied, “If it wouldn’t be for those two strong looking Russian guys who were with you, we would have killed you.” Chingiz said to his brother, “I was alone. There was no one with me.” His conversation ended with tears and hugs. Chingiz and his brother knew at that moment who it was. His brother went back to tell their parents what have happened. Now all of Chingiz’s family members are going to church with him, and now they believe in angels too.
I believe that no matter where we are, or no matter what we do; there are a special powers watching over us. I am glad that there is something to take care of me. Now I do believe in angels.
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