Because we can’t perceive it with our senses, we may be tempted to regard the world of the angels as ethereal or not quite real. Yet not only are angels entirely as real as the world we see, but their presence and power also affect our lives on a daily basis. If we observe with attentive hearts and eyes of faith, we can recognize this angelic presence, and, better yet, form relationships with the messengers God sends into our midst.
I love my Guardian Angel. I have a strong devotion to him, yet I don’t always pray to him as often as I should. My devotion to my Guardian Angel began when I was a young married man. Out of the blue, one day, I suddenly began praying in earnest to him. I call my angel him because that is how he revealed himself to me through a holy priest.
My Encounter With My Guardian Angel
I shared the story of my encounter with a priest who was my spiritual director for a time. He advised me not to tell people about it because they might not understand. He was worried that people would think I was crazy. I didn’t take his advice. I love to share my angel story with skeptics and believers alike. If you think I have a wild imagination or I’m crazy, you are certainly welcome to your opinion. As for me, I believe.
As I stated, out of the blue I began praying to my angel. My prayer was a simple one. I asked him to lead me and my wife on the narrow path that leads to Jesus. It was a simple, straightforward prayer. I think it is so important to invite Jesus into your marriage. Therefore, instead of just the two of you, it’s the two of you and Jesus. This was my desire, to have an angelic guide leading us to Jesus, always.
Shortly after I began my daily prayer to my angel, neighbors of ours went on vacation and brought me back a Christmas ornament. I looked at it but did not know what it was. It was a picture of an angel hovering over a boy and a girl crossing a perilous bridge. They asked if I knew what it was. I confirmed that I had no idea and they explained to me that they were going to buy me the St. Michael ornament but they chose the Guardian Angel one instead. They told me that the ornament is a very famous picture of the Guardian Angel. I was floored. I didn’t tell them that I had been praying to my angel for the last two weeks. I got all choked up. My angel was answering my prayer. He was letting me know he heard me.
I was so excited about this gift from my angel that I wanted to share it with someone. I called an older Irish woman from my parish, Wynn. I excitedly told her what happened, and in her beautiful Irish brogue, she advised me to name him. I said, “Wynn, that would be so disrespectful of me to name him; it would be like me calling you Josephine.” So with that great Irish wisdom, she advised that I pray to him and ask him to reveal his name to me. I prayed over that weekend to my angel to reveal his name to me.
That Monday I went to work in Manhattan. As usual, I went to the 12:15 Mass at Our Lady of the Rosary (St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Shrine). As I walked up the stairs, there was Father D’Incecco smoking a cigar on the porch. I blurted out, “Father, I’ve been praying to my Guardian angel” and then he interrupted me and said, “Do you know what his name is?” I said no and then he told me. I was in awe, in shock. This was surely an unusual occurrence. Who says that?
Well, I know the Church advises not to name your angel but in this case, I believe he revealed it to me through this holy priest. I was on cloud 9. My angel was letting me know that he heard me. I felt it was a great sign from my heavenly friend. I asked one other thing of him. I prayed that he would bless me with the grace to see him for a fleeting moment. I asked only once and then forgot about it.
Several months later, as I working in my garden, I felt a presence behind me. At first, I thought it was my dog and I turned around to greet him and play with him. There was nobody there. Then I felt it again and when I turned around. In an instant, I saw the most brilliant being I had ever seen in my entire life. It was big, it had a bright light emanating from within it, I cannot accurately describe what I saw to this day but I will never forget it. Oddly, I did not see ahead, face or feet. The presence was there and gone. I knew it was my Guardian Angel. I thanked him for the gift.
Immediately afterwards I thought, I’m going to die. All the stories I’ve ever heard about people who see their Guardian Angels are usually about people who are about to perish. This thought did not frighten me. I know there is an afterlife and that I will be happy with the Lord in the next life so I was not concerned. I forgot I asked my angel for a quick visit weeks earlier so that was not in my mind. I told my wife what I saw and I warned her that I was probably about to die, but not to worry, just be ready.
Then after about a day, while in prayer, I remembered my prayer to my angel. I then reassured my wife that I wasn’t going to die; actually, I told her I was going to get whacked. I’m not a gangster but whacked sounded manlier than die. This was May 2001. I worked in Tower Two of the World Trade Center in New York City.
9/11 and the Supernatural
As surely as there are angels, there are demons. While I was working in the World Trade Center I heard unusual noises while in the bathroom. New York is an old city and there have been people I know who worked in many buildings there that swore they were haunted. Folks working overtime into the wee hours of the morning reported strange sightings and noises. Shortly before the attack on the World Trade Center, while in the bathroom, alone, I heard snickering. It was loud ominous snickering, yet nobody was in the bathroom with me. I thought it was odd. I knew it was not normal and I shared these stories with my wife. I told her the place was haunted. That was Friday, September 7, 2001.
I used to be late for work every day. I was always late everywhere. I was not very late but never on time. On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I made up my mind to go in to work early that day. However, the bus I was on got into an accident and we were delayed 20 minutes. I never made it into the City but I saw the second plane crash into my building from the bus on the New Jersey side. As I was talking to my wife on my new flip cell phone, she was watching the scene unfold on TV. I was watching in real life.
Was this bus accident another intervention from my angel? Was that visitation four months earlier more than just an answer to my prayer? Was my angel protecting me? I believe he was. God was not calling me home yet. So many other people perished that day. My brother-in-law was one of them. He died in Tower One, leaving a wife and two baby girls. They recovered some of his remains from the Staten Island dump a year later through DNA identification.
I lost friends and family there that day. I saw the devastation. I see others still suffering and I am experiencing the continuing after effects as well. But I am buoyed by the fact that the good Lord is powerful. He is my strength and my Rock. I pray that all those who are still suffering find peace.
Angels At The World Trade Center
I work at 200 Liberty Street downtown Manhattan now. I have to walk through a newly constructed park across from the World Trade Center to an overpass across the West Side Highway to my building. The “Sphere,” an artwork by Fritz Koenig that used to grace the promenade between Tower One and Tower Two, was salvaged and is placed in that park. I pass it every day as I used to pass it so many years ago when I worked in Tower Two. It is a constant reminder to me of the great times we had working in Downtown Manhattan back in the day in the “Towers” and the terrible terrorist attack of 2001, the death, devastation and horror. Now it is a relic of the past in a microcosm of the rebirth of Downtown New York. Skyscrapers are being raised all over the City. There is hope, there is rebirth and there is life.
There are also angels there. A woman I work with who is not religious told me a story when she arrived at work one day. It is a long uphill walk through this new park and across the West Side Highway. She was having a hard time breathing and making her way up the stairs through the park when suddenly a young, good-looking man stopped to ask if she needed help. He smiled at her and stayed with her a while until she caught her breath. He then said goodbye and walked up to the ramp and when she looked up, he was gone. She is convinced it was her Guardian Angel. I believe her.
Pray To The Angels of God
Angels and demons are all around us. If we choose to avail ourselves of our best friends, the Guardian Angels, we will never be disappointed. They are our lifelong friends. They are there with us when we are born (maybe even at conception) and will be with us when we take our last breath. Love your angels. Pray to the angels of God, ask for their guidance and their help, and never forget to thank them and the good Lord who gave us such wonderful spiritual friends.
My mom prays to her children’s Guardian Angels every day for our protection. Our heavenly friends are not sweet little fairies. They are powerful creatures of God. They are stronger and smarter than we can ever imagine because they are God’s angels. They defend us, they fight for us, they pray for us and they watch over us. I love my Guardian Angel. I hope everyone reading this gets to know and love their Guardian Angel too. Loving your angel as the Catholic Church advises us and guides us is the best way. Avoid the occultists and their “angel worship.” An angel is a created being and servant of Almighty God; they can do nothing outside of the Lord’s will. There are so many occultists out there that focus on angels as independent entities. Avoid them. The best place to learn about angels is Holy Scripture and the writings of the saints such as Padre Pio and the Cure D’Ars who both had close relationships with their angels.
Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God’s love commits me here, ever this day, be at my side to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen.