Cultura y Literatura
Angels on Earth magazine

Angels on Earth magazine July/August 2019

Experience the inspiring stories that fill each issue of Angels on Earth magazine, from people just like you, who have found their hope restored, faith strengthened and lives transformed through miraculous encounters with angels. Angels still visit us today to guide us, and give us reassuring evidence of God’s eternal love. Discover the angels in your own life with Angels on Earth!

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1 min.
down to earth

SUMMER IS MY FAVORITE season. It’s kind of funny that I feel youngest during the hottest months, even though I turn another year older on July 17. Despite entering my late fifties, I still experience the rush of a kid counting down the last days of school before year’s end. No tests! Aimless bike rides! Ice cream! The beach! And it’s not all about the sun. Even a summer rain is better than any other. I love the green, earthy scent of a good rain coming, so I can sit on my porch while the skies open up, especially in the evening. When the girls were little, they’d leap into my bed at thunder’s first clap, and I’d sing “My Favorite Things” from The Sound of Music. Today my Jack Russell,…

1 min.
what’s new online

Breaking News Angels often work behind the scenes, but sometimes their presence attracts national attention. We’ve gathered some of our favorite stories ripped from the headlines or TV news, as told by the very people who experienced them. Go to angelsonearth.org/angelencounters. One for the Road For many of us, summertime means a well-deserved vacation. Before you hit the road, check out our five prayers for safe travel at angelsonearth.org/safetravel. A Glimpse of Heaven Icons have been used as prayer aids for centuries, offering direction to any heart seeking God. You can watch artist Deborah Anderson’s icon of the Sinai Christ (below) come to life step-by-step at angelsonearth.org/andersonicon.…

7 min.
my sea turtle story

TWO MORE DIVES. That’s all my husband, Larry, and I had left in St. Lucia. We’d spent a week here in paradise. It was almost time to go back to Kentucky. Almost, but not quite. “What a gorgeous day!” I said as we boarded the dive boat. On the agenda was viewing a wrecked ship plus whatever tropical life we’d encounter: fish, coral, maybe even some sea turtles. “Look who’s here.” Larry pointed to another couple waving to us, the Brits we’d sat with at dinner the night before. They were novice divers who wanted to hear about the hundreds of dives my husband and I had done between us. “Everyone buddy up,” the dive master announced. “Two by two.” Our new friends turned to us. “What do you think of the four of…

2 min.
once upon a time…

NATIVE AMERICAN Long ago the earth had no land, only water, so the spirits lived in the sky on an island above it. One day Sky Woman fell off the island. When the animals below saw her falling, they wanted to save her and decided to bring soil up from the bottom of the ocean. Little Muskrat dove deep and grabbed a handful of mud. When she got to the surface though, she realized there was nowhere to put it. Turtle volunteered to put the mud on her back and said she would hold up the land and all the people. Sky Woman was saved, and the land on Turtle’s back became North America. HAWAIIAN Honu-po’o-kea believed she was the only sea turtle in the world until she met Honu’ea. They fell in…

5 min.
popsicle memories

MOM’S NURSING HOME was in a great location—close enough for me to make frequent visits. Driving home one August evening after seeing her, I reminded myself of how good the staff was, how well taken care of she was. I rolled down the window to enjoy the cool summer breeze. Crickets chirped. Fireflies winked in the twilight. It brought back memories of the long summer nights of my childhood. And how much things had changed for Mom. Up until six years ago Mom was an active and independent woman. She took daily walks, volunteered, went out with friends. Then a series of medical problems led to a stroke. She could no longer walk and had limited use of her arms. She spoke less and less and had trouble with her memory.…

1 min.
the collector

A GROUP OF US gathered in Herbie Hay’s tiny Leon, Kentucky, kitchen on the final day of his estate sale. It seemed as if the whole neighborhood was there—everybody except for Herbie himself. At just 66, he’d recently passed on after a bout with cancer. “Look at all this old Pyrex!” Becky said, holding up a turquoise casserole dish. “Do you remember Herbie’s special barbecue? He brought some over when I was down with a cold.” “I’m taking these Pyrex nesting bowls, for sure,” I said. Ann pointed out a rectangular dish in Pyrex’s vintage white opal. “This here’s a beauty.” “That’s the one Herbie loaded up with more than 70 pumpkin rolls that he made for the church bazaar,” Becky said. “And it wasn’t even his church!” That’s just the way Herbie was.…