Cultura y Literatura
Angels on Earth magazine

Angels on Earth magazine September - October 2018

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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2 min.
down to earth

MOTHER OF TWO GIRLS—a high school junior and a college senior—I’m long past back-to-school days of searching for a Tweety Bird lunch kit. My daughters get their own supplies now, and both want to be teachers. They must have taken to heart my summer-time plaint, “I should have been a teacher.” I remember most of my teachers, going back to Miss Campo in first grade. She held my hand in the cafeteria lunch line at St. Louis King of France, where the aroma of the day’s offerings didn’t mix well with my preternatural anxiety. Many of life’s mysteries were solved at that Catholic elementary school in New Orleans. Like when Sister Mary Jude actually removed the veil of her habit to show our third-grade class that no, all nuns were not bald.…

1 min.
what’s new online

Autumnal Prayers The changing colors and plentiful harvests of fall are the perfect invitation to marvel at God’s creations. Find seasonal prayers for gratitude, wonder, reflection and mercy at angelsonearth.org/fallprayers. Surviving & Thriving October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and cancer survivor Wendy Borden spends it working for her nonprofit, Revive and Thrive, delivering food to those facing life-threatening illnesses. Read her story at angelsonearth.org/reviveandthrive. Meet the Artist This was an early sketch for our cover by Daniel Liévano. He describes his process to finish in a video at angelsonearth.org/meettheartist.…

5 min.
mary, queen of angels

“YOU’VE HEARD THE story about the church our ancestor built, right?” my aunt Carolyn asked as the train took us farther and farther from Rome. “Once or twice,” I said, meaning a million times. It was the type of story that was told after dinner had been cleared away and the adults sat around with cups of coffee. “Yeah, it’s not far from here, in the province of Bari. Kind of in the middle of nowhere, so we’ll put it on our list for next time.” We already had a packed schedule, visiting friends and family, sightseeing, spur-of-the-moment side trips. I honestly didn’t know how we’d see all we wanted to in just two weeks. When my aunt invited me along on her trip to Italy, I jumped at the chance. I was 14…

2 min.
daily guideposts

“For by me your days will be multiplied, and years will be added to your life.”—Proverbs 9:11 WILLIAM, OUR OLDER SON, was turning 30 and his girlfriend, Karen, had asked 30 of his friends and family members to celebrate him with e-mails and letters. Trying to figure out what to send, I dug through a box of old photos and memorabilia. There was a picture of Will when he was barely one, sitting in my lap as I played the piano. And a school photo of him, the only third-grader in a tie. Another picture showed him in junior high, wearing those huge balloon pants that he was only allowed to buy after he promised he’d be the one to wash them. But the thing that really made me smile was an e-mail…

5 min.
california dreaming

AS SOON AS THE SERVICE ended I went to the church foyer to accept donations for our clothing ministry. It was volunteer work I did in my free time. Not that I had much of that. My job at the day care center kept me busy 10 hours a day. I loved it, but sometimes I caught myself dreaming of something else. Living near the ocean instead of the Midwest. Going back to school. To Bible college. Or traveling the world. I’d always longed to see… “…Jerusalem.” My attention snapped back to the church foyer, where someone was talking about the very city I wished to visit. I made my way over to a woman I didn’t know. A friend introduced us. “This is Amy. She’s visiting this weekend from California.” “California!” I said.…

3 min.
roses are red

“YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE IT!” my husband cried as he ran in from the sun porch. “There’s a bud on Mom’s rose bush!” Don and I had planted the bush in our yard 25 years ago, a housewarming present from my mom. In all that time it had refused to bloom. Don had watered it, tried a different fertilizer. He must have moved it a dozen times, chasing just the right amount of sunlight. “Any luck?” I’d asked Don countless times. Since I was blind, I couldn’t check the bush myself without getting scratched by thorns. But nothing had worked—until today. We went outside. I could hear the birds chirping, tweeting and twittering around me. I felt the sunlight. Don took my hand and guided it to the single bud on the bush.…