A soldier's encounter with Michael the Archangel

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There’s a shroud of darkness over America.
Here’s a reminder of light . . . .
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In the Korean War (1950-53), a U.S. Marine named Michael had an encounter with his namesake and patron saint, to whom he had prayed every day
since his youth for protection. Below is a revised (for literary effect) version of soldier Michael’s letter to his mother, which was verified by the Marine Chaplain. (Source: Opus Sanctorum Angelorum: Angel Stories)

My company and I went out on patrol on a foggy wintry day.
A new soldier had joined our group and was marching alongside me.
I turned to him and said, “I have never seen you before. I thought I knew every man in the outfit.”
The new soldier replied, “I just joined at the last minute. My name is Michael.”
“Is that so?” I said, surprised. “That’s my name, too!”
“I know,” he said. “Michael, Michael, of the morning….”
Those are the beginning words of my daily prayer to St. Michael, my patron saint  as well as the patron saint of soldiers and police officers. How could this new soldier know my name, much less recite this same prayer? Still, I thought to myself, I had taught the prayer to the other soldiers. Perhaps, this was how the soldier knows it.
We walked in silence for a time. Suddenly, the new soldier Michael warned: “We are going to have some trouble up ahead.”
In the fog, Michael and I got separated from our company. Then, it began to snow. Later the fog lifted, the snow stopped and the sun came out. We walked over a little hill, and there were seven North Korean soldiers waiting for us with raised rifles 30-40 yards away.
I shouted, “Get down!” and threw myself on the ground just as the enemy soldiers began firing. But Michael just stood there, although he should have been killed instantly.
I got up to push Michael to the ground, but received a bullet to the chest.
I felt Michael’s strong arms around me. As he was laying me on the ground, I looked up and saw, not the new soldier, but St. Michael standing there in a blaze of glory, his face shining like the sun. He had a sword in his hand that flashed with a million lights!
That was the last thing I saw before I passed out.
When I awoke, I was surrounded by my company, who were attending to my wound.
I asked them, “Where is Michael?”
But nobody had seen this new soldier, Michael. Moreover, my sergeant said he had seen me walking alone. They wanted to know how I’d done it — how I had managed to kill all seven of the enemy troops without firing a shot.
You see, the seven North Korean troops had all been dispatched with the stroke of a sword.
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To read more about St. Michael, see “A Day of Archangels.”
See also these other angelic encounters:

~Eowyn

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  1. I read your column everyday, and want to Thank you for the laughter the tears you bring my way. I am writing today to tell of a story in my darkest hour when I was also touched by an Angel who gave me strength. In 1993 my father was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer, I was devastated, and my mother crumbled in grief and it was up to me to deal with the medical community as well as making sure my father received the best care as well as any options available. Shortly after his diagnosis I brought him home from hospital. I drove to the pharmacy to fill his prescriptions, and alone in the car,I parked and allowed my emotion out for the first time in weeks, I howled as though an animal in pain, sitting behind the steering wheel, my pain was tangible. I was in total agony, I was losing my best friend, my “daddy”. Suddenly from behind I felt arms around me, I experienced the most loving embrace where I felt safe, the world not so terrible and was able to move forward.
    I returned to my parents home along with his prescription, but also with a smile, a strength I did not know I had. I was able to handle everything, including speaking at his funeral, calling everyone, taking care of my mother. My father passed away on my birthday, but I was OK,as I was touched. I have never shared this with anyone, but that day has humbled me and made me believe in the afterlife. One day, I will see my father again.

     
  2. Both stories are absolutly beautiful!! It’s inspiring to read stories about when heaven touches earth. It also makes me pity the atheist who’s existence must be so meaningless and empty.

     
  3. Thank you both,I have never shared that story,and having to go there was very emotional for me. I love this column,and so inspired by getting my morning coffee and daily dose of goodness in these times.

     
    • I feel so blessed that you decided to share that story rb. It was wonderful hearing it and I can relate, I lost my dad to lung cancer 2 years ago and I had to be strong for my mom too. I think strong faith will get you through anything but it sure helps to know that heaven is keeping an eye on us too. 🙂

       
  4. I promise, you will heal my belief he is always in your heart and I know he walks along side of you.

     
  5. What a great story, Dr. Eowyn! Thank you for passing it on!

     
  6. Great post, Dr. Eowyn!

     
  7. Thanks for this. I believe in miracles. At times they seem (to the public) exploited wishes of “hocus-pocus” thinking” But, because I have SEEN/experienced the impossible in the every-day, plain, ordinary life that I live, I understand that Divine intervention has played a part in my life . God doesn’t care if you are rich, poor, Repubican or Democrat (or other) or Black/White/whatever…male, female/whatever … .young, vital, old. He doesn’t care if your wish is HUGE or HUMBLE…God is with us/knows us in the singular, the personal….knowing “every hair on our head…knowing us even before we were born….and so on.” Miracles happen in God’s plans for us…small and large…and you can’t figure out/conjecture on WHY or where it fits in the BIG PICTURE. YOU are NOT in charge.

     
  8. I have read this before, and someone told me of this when I was a boy about fifty years ago. I believe it. Stories like this are necessary. And I believe it to be true.

     
  9. My 16 year old daughter was killed in a van, made by the Ford Motor Company, on the way home from a day of sledding with her Church group.
    9 others in the van survived, but my daughter and her best friend were thrown from the van and died. Safety belts failed. Safety glass failed. Negligence was everywhere. Cause of death? Greed and corruption. Completely avoidable, total failure of the system to allow a vehicle so unsafe, it made 6o minutes on CBS and yet there are still over 500,000 of these vehicles still on the road, killing, maiming and destroying lives all over the place. Obviously too many to be able to send out enough angels.
    At my daughter’s accident, no angels, no miracles. Maybe she didn’t deserve to live? Did God need her? By taking her, did it help somebody else live? There must be a good reason he decided not to save my daughter?
    Everything happens for a good reason? Do you know what the first question I’m going to ask God when or if I see him/her? What good reason did you have to not save my daughter, yet you seem to save other daughters? How come you like other people better and send angels to prevent them from going to heaven?
    I bet God had a good reason.

     
    • Tom,
      I’m sorry you lost your precious daughter. Neither I nor you nor anyone knows why some lives are saved by a supernatural intervention, while others are not. My guess is that a partial explanation has to do with the individual’s Guardian Angel. According to angel lore by St. Thomas Aquinas and Dionysius the Areopagite, angels are incorporal (body-less) spirits who are defined only by their common function — that of being God’s messenger. The word “angel” itself simply means “messenger.” We are told that angels are each a unique individual, rather than members of a species. That being so, it stands to reason that each angel is a true INDIVIDUAL person with its own unique attributes. Therefore, we should expect that some angels are proactive, while others are purely observers of us in our lives.
      I also think that some lives are cut short because God loves them so, He wants them next to him. Perhaps your daughter is such a case.
      While I understand your palpable anger and bitterness, we must also bear in mind two things:
      1. All life — yours, mine, your daughter’s — is a wholly gratuitous gift from God. We don’t “deserve” it; we are not “entitled” to it; whatever we have is a GIFT, so can we be resentful if the gratuitous gift is less than satisfactory in our subjective estimation?
      2. You lost your precious daughter. But please remember that God the Father willingly let His only son to be wrongfully accused, terribly tortured, then executed by being nailed to a cross — a form of execution that the Romans reserved only for the worst criminals. Compared to His sacrifice, NOTHING anyone of us endures can and will ever compare. See http://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2015/04/03/remembering-his-passion/
      You will be in my prayers, that you find peace — a peace that we can only find in Jesus Christ.

       

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