Presentation on the Sword: Angel Power

sensation that something quite unusual was happening. I got out of my bed and looked at the clock: it was 3 a.m. Without realizing exactly why I left my bedroom and walked down to the hall. I experienced an incredible sensation. I was not that I was afraid. I knew that something extraordinary was going on. I walked into the guest bedroom. The first thing I realized was that five angels were in the room. They were not little cherubs. They were huge warriors. I am 6 feet tall, and the angels were at least a foot taller than me. They were masculine, dressed in armor and carrying swords. Two of the angels were kneeling. Of these one was kneeling on only one knee. His sword was resting on his knee. He held his helmet in his hand. He held a spear in his other hand. His head was down. Three other angels were standing in the posture of soldiers at rest to the left side of me as I entered the room. They too carried spears. They were dressed in armor and wore helmets. Their heads were down too. The angels were olive-skinned, with medium length straight black hair. I gasped. The room seemed to be filled with light.

“I had no comprehension at first why these warrior angels were there. I stood there in awe and looked at them. They waited. I kept looking at the warrior angels first one then another. I waited. Gradually I began to realize that the angels were waiting for me to give them orders. These warrior angels were actually waiting for me to give them directions. I had been in the military. There’s quite a difference between an officer and an enlisted man. These angels were of the caliber of high-ranking officers with large forces under their authority. Slowly I was able to comprehend that these warrior angels were commanders of fathomless spiritual forces. These five armor-clad warriors were high-ranking angels of extraordinary authority and ability who led vast battalions of angels. It was quite clear to me that each warrior angel in front of me led enormous legions of other angels. Their power was obvious, but their holiness was at the edge of incomprehensibility. They were unlimited, abiding strength. At the same time they were sentinels of eternal love. I lapsed into a state of wonder, reverent awe. Many truths were illumined for me. An angel will never be a coconspirator in anything evil”.

The question we ask as we contemplate these warrior angels is what caliber of man, what qualities of devotion and consecration and reverence, of humility and strength and holiness, does it take to be able to turn to angels such as that and say, “Follow me into battle”. That is the role of the sword-wielder.




				I want to read you a wonderful story about angels. It’s from the book “Angel Power” by Jannice Connell. This is the true story of a man whose life was in an absolute shambles – everything in his life was falling apart. He says: “I don’t recall sleeping at all in this period. I seemed to be praying day and night. Everything I had ever owned was disappearing in front of me, and I did not understand why. I kept praying. They were prayers of desperation. About a week before Christmas I suddenly sat up in my bed. It was dark, the middle of the night. I had a strange
				sensation that something quite unusual was happening. I got out of my bed and looked at the clock: it was 3 a.m. Without realizing exactly why I left my bedroom and walked down to the hall. I experienced an incredible sensation. I was not that I was afraid. I knew that something extraordinary was going on. I walked into the guest bedroom. The first thing I realized was that five angels were in the room. They were not little cherubs. They were huge warriors. I am 6 feet tall, and the angels were at least a foot taller than me. They were masculine, dressed in armor and carrying swords. Two of the angels were kneeling. Of these one was kneeling on only one knee. His sword was resting on his knee. He held his helmet in his hand. He held a spear in his other hand. His head was down. Three other angels were standing in the posture of soldiers at rest to the left side of me as I entered the room. They too carried spears. They were dressed in armor and wore helmets. Their heads were down too. The angels were olive-skinned, with medium length straight black hair. I gasped. The room seemed to be filled with light. “I had no comprehension at first why these warrior angels were there. I stood there in awe and looked at them. They waited. I kept looking at the warrior angels first one then another. I waited. Gradually I began to realize that the angels were waiting for me to give them orders. These warrior angels were actually waiting for me to give them directions. I had been in the military. There’s quite a difference between an officer and an enlisted man. These angels were of the caliber of high-ranking officers with large forces under their authority. Slowly I was able to comprehend that these warrior angels were commanders of fathomless spiritual forces. These five armor-clad warriors were high-ranking angels of extraordinary authority and ability who led vast battalions of angels. It was quite clear to me that each warrior angel in front of me led enormous legions of other angels. Their power was obvious, but their holiness was at the edge of incomprehensibility. They were unlimited, abiding strength. At the same time they were sentinels of eternal love. I lapsed into a state of wonder, reverent awe. Many truths were illumined for me. An angel will never be a coconspirator in anything evil”. The question we ask as we contemplate these warrior angels is what caliber of man, what qualities of devotion and consecration and reverence, of humility and strength and holiness, does it take to be able to turn to angels such as that and say, “Follow me into battle”. That is the role of the sword-wielder.
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