War of the Angels
By Glenda Reynolds
“Why does God make people suffer?” Jimmy asked his father as he stood
beside him at his grandfather’s grave, his little hand holding the much larger
hand.
“That’s a big question, son. We’ve lived in a fallen world ever since
Adam and Eve made their choices in the Garden of Eden. It isn’t a perfect world
anymore.”
“But Grandpa only did good things for other people. He didn’t deserve to
die like that.” Jimmy started to sob uncontrollably. Thomas rubbed his son’s
back to comfort him. Thomas’s wife came from his other side to lift her son and
carry him a short distance away where she consoled him. The intense sorrow hung
like a thick cloud over the little country church graveyard. The breath of
spring with the beautiful songs of the birds could not bring cheer to the
grieving family and friends.
“I love you, Dad. We’ll see you
again someday.” Thomas said before joining his wife and son. Many more elderly
would die in much the same way around the world.
*****
Meanwhile in another city, halfway across the county, a woman with a
compromised immune system lay dying on a hospital bed. She had experienced complications
after surgery as she tried to fight off an infection that wouldn’t leave her
body. Now the COVID-19 virus was taking its toll on her already weakened
condition. After having pneumonia, her organs were shutting down. Her two
little girls sat nearby in chairs as they watched Sponge Bob on the hospital’s
TV, unaware of the serious condition their mother was in. Her husband moved to
stand in a corner behind a curtain to shake his fist at God. He removed the
liquor bottle from his coat pocket and took a swig.
A nurse opened the door to check on the patient. She glimpsed the man
putting the bottle back in his pocket.
“We’ll have none of that in here!” she chided him.
He cursed and left the room. He didn’t make it very far until grief
overcame him. He finally slid to the floor against a wall and allowed some
prayers to escape his lips mixed with tears.
*****
The world was slowing down at a quick pace. Many people came together to
come up with regulations to stop the contagion. Finally more people cried out
to God to help the world in its great time of need. The people of the world
prayed day and night, on their knees, with legs folded and incense burning,
driving to their place of employment, or just randomly throughout their waking
hours. As prayers ascended to the throne of heaven, the Almighty God commanded
his angels to provide healing and protection to the people of Earth.
“It must be time for the King of kings to return to Earth!” some angels
said.
“No one knows the day or hour. Not even the angels in heaven or the Son
himself. Only God the Father knows,” came the answer. (Matt. 24:36)
The heavenly angels made their way to the people of Earth to heal the
nations. Instead, they clashed with the principalities, the fallen angels or
Princes of the air who follow Lucifer. The war in the heavens raged for days.
Days stretched to weeks. To the humans, it was like watching lightning in the
clouds without the rain. The power of the principalities slipped through and
found its way to the earth in the form of hail storms during perfectly good
spring weather. The heavenly beings sent winds to dispel the damaging hail. Finally
the angel Michael came to the fight on the Lord’s side which gained them the
victory. God’s messengers finally arrived at different locations of Earth. Some
stayed in their supernatural state as they gave healing to the very sick while
some took human form to help provide the cure in laboratories.
Soon the world recovered from the COVID-19 virus. Economies started to
bounce back from the forced shut down of businesses and public places. The
world had a common reason to come together and to reach out to God in their
time of need.
3 For he [God] rescues you from
every trap and protects you from the fatal plague… 9For
Jehovah is my refuge! I choose the God above all gods to shelter me. 10 How
then can evil overtake me or any plague come near? 11 For
he orders his angels to protect you wherever you go. (Psalm 91:3, 9-11)
