Cultura y Literatura
Angels on Earth magazine

Angels on Earth magazine January/February 2020

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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6 Números

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1 min.
down to earth

LITTLE DID I know how much “25 years of angels” would mean to me. I was over the moon when founding editor Fulton Oursler promoted me to editor-in-chief of Guideposts’ first new bimonthly magazine. It was a big step up the masthead, but how long would it last? From a business standpoint, Angels on Earth was a risky proposition. Could we find enough stories to sustain a publication devoted entirely to angels? Was there an audience who wanted to read about other people’s angelic experiences, both heavenly and of this world? Would a magazine full of such stories frustrate people who’d never had such an encounter? After 25 years, I have confident answers: yes, yes and no! From where I sit, in front of a computer full of submissions, it seems to…

1 min.
what’s new online

Inspiring Quotes to Guide You Start 2020 off right. Go to angelsonearth.org/2020quotes to find 10 quotes that will encourage you to keep your New Year’s resolutions now and in the months ahead. Amazing Americans February is Black History Month. Celebrate by checking out our slideshow of African-American men and women who changed the world with their hard work, great ideas and undaunted tenacity at angelsonearth.org/greatblackamericans. Love Is in the Air—and Online Too! Email an exclusive Angels on Earth Valentine’s Day shareable message to friends, family or anyone else you’re grateful to have in your life. Find it at angelsonearth.org/angelsvalentine.…

3 min.
the christmas angel

CHRISTMAS WAS COMING, and while browsing a local secondhand store with my sister, Shelia, I thought about everything my family had to be grateful for in 2006. We had to stay positive. We wouldn’t be in New Orleans this year. Our old neighborhood was still recovering from Hurricane Katrina. Luckily I had room in my home in St. Louis to take them all in. My family had lived in New Orleans for generations, including the last 50 years in the Lower Ninth Ward. I hadn’t lived in the city since 1969, but I visited often and Christmas was still defined in my mind by the city’s traditions. On December 25 we made the rounds to our friends’ houses, enjoying a drink, tasting their gumbo, and feasting on mirliton, sweet potatoes and red…

4 min.
lady in white

PASSENGERS FILLED the aisles as I made my way to the back of the plane. I tossed my bag into the overhead compartment and sat down, nodding politely to the woman next to me. Soon the captain announced our takeoff. “Here we go,” I said quietly. The woman glanced at me. She thought I was talking to her. The truth is, I was talking to the angel who travels with me. I sometimes forget that no one can actually see her. Some people find that odd—a woman my age talking to a guardian angel. Wasn’t I a little old for that? I understand. I’d once thought I might be too old for that too. Back in 1950, I was 10 years old—practically grown up, I thought—and spending Easter on Uncle Walt…

1 min.
heaven’s music

MY FOUR-YEAR-OLD SON stood by me in the kitchen, playing with a button on my dress. He pushed the button through the hole and back out. Over and over. Daniel had nonverbal autism. He didn’t talk, make eye contact or play with his siblings. He lived in his own little world. I let out a sigh as I wiped down the counter. God, please help Daniel find his voice. My three youngest children all had autism, but Brandon and Cameron had both responded well to speech therapy. Daniel had made little progress, only managing to master a couple of words, and only when prompted. He’d never spoken on his own. Now, with his speech therapist losing faith that Daniel could be reached, I was losing faith that God had my back on…

2 min.
modern love

“MOM, WE NEED to come up with a hobby to do together on Skype,” my youngest daughter, Kristen, told me last spring. Two years ago Kristen had moved from Philadelphia, where we lived, to San Francisco. We Skyped religiously for an hour every Sunday, and her father was actually giving her guitar lessons that way. I wracked my brain. “You know that I’m terrible at crafts, but what if we try making pot holders? The ones you weave with loops of cotton over a small loom.” When I was 10, I’d made many and sold them for a nickel each in our neighborhood. They were simple to master, but I hoped I still had the skills. “That sounds really cool,” Kristen said, and she immediately ordered each of us a loom…