There’s a song by that name written by someone called Cristy Lane. The second half of the lyrics goes—“. . . I believe in angels/Something good in everything I see/I believe in Angels/When I know the time is right for me/I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream.” (I guess Cristy doesn’t believe in periods, but that’s the English teacher in me speaking so I’ll let it go.) The lyrics are not very clear or persuasive to me. Nonetheless, I too believe in angels. Here’s why...
Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve always felt there were invisible helpers with me to aid me when I needed it. A few years ago, for example, I fell down four or five icy steps leading from our church parish hall to the parking lot. I fell on my back and fell hard. It could have been a really dangerous accident. Instead, as I was landing, it was as if I were cushioned to the extent that I could get up and walk away with minimal pain and, fortunately, no injury. On other occasions I have almost fallen, but in the last moment I was somehow supported, and the fall never happened. In both types of cases, I had a clear sense that I was being helped by invisible presences that, for convenience, I call angels.
Recently I learned about a 2008 book titled Angels in My Hair by a now 70-year-old Irish woman, Lorna Byrne. The book was sent to me as a gift by a 20-something fellow Jewish-Christian, Jacob, at our Episcopal church. Jacob and I had recently become friends. This book, he told me, had changed his life. So I was eager to get into it and see why he had been so impressed. Although not among the world’s best writers, the author, a school dropout from a poor family in Dublin and dyslexic to boot, had nevertheless created a page-turner. I kept reading it over a week’s period whenever I had a few minutes to spare. As a small child Lorna found she could see and interact with her personal guardian angel, other angels, and even spirits of individuals who had died. An example of the last was her older brother who had passed away when he was ten months old. She and her spirit brother would often joke around and play with each other. Lorna’s parents and others thought that she suffered from a mental illness. Later, at school, the other children found her strange, with most of them refusing to play with her. She eventually dropped out. Her angel and others, including ones who turned out to be the Archangel Michael and the Queen of Angels, Mother Mary, came to her with predictions, warnings, and guidance for living. And she learned things not taught by her Catholic Church, for example, that God doesn’t care whether an individual belongs to this religion, that one, or none at all. Instead, what really counted was that person’s belief in Something Greater and their behavior toward others. As Lorna aged, her reputation as a healer spread, this book was translated into 26 languages and sold over a million copies, with several others to follow. You can learn more about Lorna and her work at www.lornabyrne.com. And/or consider getting this book and reading it. As a result, you too may (start to) believe in angels.