![]() God did not bring Adam creatures that were of a higher nature than humans, that is, the bodiless spirits. However, God only brought Adam the creatures that were of a lower nature than humans (or of the same nature, as in the case of Eve). As an exercise of Adam’s authority, God brought the animals to Adam so that he could give them a suitable name. In the Garden of Eden, God gave Adam dominion over the animals. To name something is to claim authority over it. The act of naming carries great significance. To name something is to claim authority over it-and we have no authority over angels. Jacob received no answer but a gentle rebuke in the form of a question.Ģ. The angel answered, “Why do you ask for my name?” (Genesis 32:24-29). Jacob asked him, “Please tell me your name.” In the Book of Genesis, the patriarch Jacob was unsuccessful in obtaining the name of the mysterious being who wrestled with him in the desert. Yes, we have the names of three archangels, but God chose to reveal the names of Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael-they were not asked for by human beings. In fact, Sacred Scripture offers accounts of human beings trying to learn the names of angels to no avail. Since this is all that God has chosen to reveal to us about the identity of specific angels, we have no reason to insist on knowing the names of guardian angels. God created a multitude of angels-more than we can count-yet He has given mankind the names of only three angels in Sacred Scripture: St. Angels in the Bible declined to give their names when asked. I’d love to speak to your group, organization or company about working our way through the pain and challenges of everyday life.In fact, trying to find out the name of, or give a name to, our Guardian Angel is a bad idea for four big reasons. Hey, drop me a line at or leave a comment. Looking around at the army of guardian angels hiding behind nearby trees, vehicles and buildings, I thanked all of them but had one important question: A lot of soul healing in that moment, especially for me … I saw myself, and I could not help but ask, “Can I give you a hug to let you know everything will be okay?” With her and her dad’s approval, I did and felt her body relax. We exchanged information, etc., and simply talked. She called her dad who showed up shortly. A witness told me I did some pretty good defensive driving. I swerved and sped up to avoid it.īAM! The back driver’s side. Driving home after hours of interviews and research, I entered a familiar one-way street and saw backup lights on the left. Someone mercifully loosened it and I only wanted to sleep as I waited to be examined …Īnd this week. I laid with that neck brace, tears flowing from the pain of the collar, putting pressure on the back of my neck injured previously. Without that golden seat belt, I would’ve punched the windshield. At a stoplight, Roger yelled “hold on!” BAM! Slammed from behind. Roger and I had dropped our son off with his grandparents for a week and headed home. Me, whiplash, still requiring special pillows 30+ years …Īnd the time in Indiana I was on crutches after a bad ankle sprain. I did the mother protective move with my right arm. My son with me, a car came at us and I had nowhere to go. Never again ….Īnd that time at the stop sign a block from home. Back at the dorm, I called my folks in tears, sharing the news and how I should have told them I was going. ![]() We exchanged information, and my damage wasn’t horrible. Thanking God, I -īAM! Rear-ended by a truck that had slowed in the fog. With blinkers on to be visible, I crossed a bridge where my brown Chevy Vega hit a patch of ice and spun in a complete circle, facing south again.Ĭatching my breath, I started forward, wondering how I had avoided the guard rails and going off the bridge. ![]() Sure enough, that’s when I got in trouble.ĭriving back to Evansville, the roads had some slick spots and the fog suddenly thickened as there was considerable truck traffic on highway 41 between the two cities. Moments when God called in extras … Like in college when I didn’t tell my parents I had visited Roger two hours away at Rose Hulman in Terre Haute, Indiana. Several dear friends have given me a gift saying, “Drive no faster than your guardian angel can fly.” With the gazillion miles I drive, I’ve always heeded that advice … hearing the flapping of winged protectors many times.
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