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Ive always believed that god could send angels in any form he would like. I think about Michael the chief angel.. not that it matters because Jesus is the main focus and I understand that.
Sometimes I wonder Ive read somewhere about the diffrent heads? I know I read it somewhere in the bible, Im just really curious. I really am trying to learn more stuff as I move foward in my young christian life.
I believe angels look like human beings. That's how they're described in the Bible.
It's a book about a Christian man who God has appointed for a special purpose to reveal the spiritual world to his people. In the book the author talks about God revealing angels to us, what they look like, where they are at, how they guard us, and how God appoints them to do special things in your life and what they do and their purposes in other people's life. It changed my life and I believe I had a blessing from God reading this testimony. It's one of the best heaven testimonies I have ever read and the author made it available online for all to read!
Yes! Please everyone: do yourself a favor: go to amazon.com, or where-ever, and GET THIS BOOK! It is a wonderful eye-opening first-person account of a pastor experiencing the presence of angels, talking with them, working with them, etc. Thanks Allen for posting that reply and link!
Genesis 19:1-5 And there came two ANGELS sat in the gate of Sodom: and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground.
5 And the men called unto Lot, and said unto him, Where are the MEN which came to thee this night?
One of several passages in the Scripture that support Hebrews 13:2
Peace!
^^^ yep, Hebrews 13:2 Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels. (NKJV)
I can tell you they (angels) are not wing creatures. At least Scripture does not describe them that way. In Isaiah 6, the seraphim is described as winged. Isaiah 6:2 Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings: with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew.
Another winged creature is the cherubim, mentioned over 50 times in the NKJV.
1 Kings 8:6 Then the priests brought in the ark of the covenant of the LORD to its place, into the inner sanctuary of the temple, to the Most Holy Place, under the wings of the cherubim. 7 For the cherubim spread their two wings over the place of the ark, and the cherubim overshadowed the ark and its poles.
Just keep in mind, what the world thinks and what IS in Scripture, can be two very different things...
I know we're not angels at all, we do
Gods work by doing what's right through his eyes. Helping people and loving everyone as he would, God and his angels help us through our journey through life.
Angels are an energy of light and they can look like whatever they want to so they can help us through life and to test our faith and ways of
God to see how well we are walking in his footsteps. How well you do will determine how much more responsibility he will give you, that test determines what you can and cannot handle in every aspect of your life.
This thread prompted me to search though my files to try and locate a fascinating tale that I read years ago in Guideposts, a Christian magazine. I found it and so present it below. See what you think:
THE DAY WE SAW THE ANGELS
It was not Christmas, it was not even wintertime, when the event occurred that for me threw sudden new light on the ancient angel tale. It was a glorious spring morning and we were walking, my wife and I, through the newly budded birches and maples near Ballardvale, Massachusetts.
Now I realize that this, like any account of personal experience, is only as valid as the good sense and honesty of the person relating it. What can I say about myself? That I am a scholar who shuns guesswork and admires scientific investigation? That I have a BA from Harvard, an MA from Columbia, a PhD from Hartford Theological Seminary? That I have never been subject to hallucinations? That attorneys have solicited my testimony, and I have testified in the courts, regarded by judge and jury as a faithful, reliable witness? All this is true and yet I doubt that any amount of such credentials can influence the belief or disbelief of another. In the long run, each of us must sift what comes to us from others through his own life experience, his view of the universe, his understanding. And so I will simply tell my story.
The little path on which Marion and I walked that morning was spongy to our steps and we held hands with the sheer delight of life as we strolled near a lovely brook. It was May, and because it was the examination reading period for students at Smith College where I was a professor, we were able to get away for a few days to visit Marion's parents.
We frequently took walks in the country, and we especially loved the spring after a hard New England winter, for it is then that the fields and the woods are radiant and calm yet show new life bursting from the earth. This day we were especially happy and peaceful; we chatted sporadically, with great gaps of satisfying silence between our sentences.
Then from behind us we heard the murmur of muted voices in the distance, and I said to Marion, “We have company in the woods this morning.” Marion nodded and turned to look. We saw nothing, but the voices were coming nearer — at a faster pace than we were walking — and then we knew that the strangers would soon overtake us. Then we perceived that the sounds were not only behind us but above us, and we looked up. How can I describe what we felt? Is it possible to tell of the surge of exaltation that ran through us? Is it possible to record this phenomenon in objective accuracy and yet be credible?
For about ten feet above us, and slightly to our left, was a floating group of glorious, beautiful creatures that glowed with spiritual beauty. We stopped and stared as they passed above us. There were six of them, young beautiful women dressed in flowing white garments and engaged in earnest conversation. If they were aware of our existence they gave no indication of it. Their faces were perfectly clear to us, and one woman, slightly older than the rest, was especially beautiful. Her dark hair was pulled back in what today we would call a ponytail, and although I cannot say it was bound at the back of her head, it appeared to be. She was talking intently to a younger spirit whose back was toward us and who looked up into the face of the woman who was talking.
Neither Marion nor I could understand their words, although their voices were clearly heard. The sound was somewhat like hearing but being unable to understand a group of people talking outside a house with all the windows and doors shut. They seemed to float past us, and their graceful motion seemed natural — as gentle and peaceful as the morning itself. As they passed, their conversation grew fainter and fainter until it faded out entirely, and we stood transfixed on the spot, still holding hands and still with the vision before our eyes.
It would be an understatement to say that we were astounded. Then we looked at each other, each wondering if the other also had seen. There was a fallen birch tree just there beside the path. We sat down on it and I said, “Marion, what did you see? Tell me exactly in precise detail. And tell me what you heard.” She knew my intent — to test my own eyes and ears to see if I had been the victim of hallucination or imagination. And her reply was identical in every respect to what my own senses had reported to me.
I have related this story with the same faithfulness and respect for truth and accuracy as I would tell it on the witness stand. But even as I record it I know how incredible it sounds. Perhaps I can claim no more for it than it has had a deep effect on our own lives. For this experience of almost thirty years ago greatly altered our thinking.
Ive always believed that god could send angels in any form he would like. I think about Michael the chief angel.. not that it matters because Jesus is the main focus and I understand that.
Sometimes I wonder Ive read somewhere about the diffrent heads? I know I read it somewhere in the bible, Im just really curious. I really am trying to learn more stuff as I move foward in my young christian life.
Jesus TOLD you that G-D was the MAIN focus...Obviously you and many others didn't listen...
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The world confuses things...
