02 Mar 2020 - Spiritual Thought
17 May 2020
Before the Covid19 pandemic hit, when the world was normal, we had devotional meeting each day at 7:30 am. Each person in our Zone would be assigned to give a spiritual thought and the prayer. This below is my contribution for a spiritual thought on 02 Mar 2020 (just before the the pandemic hit).
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Mission Office Morning Prayer Spiritual Message 02 March 2020 Elder Drummond
How many times in the scriptures are angels mentioned?
My family had real experiences with angels. We know angels are real and are among us.
During WWI, my Uncle David stood on the front porch of my grandmother’s house in Virginia. He was dressed in his WWI Army doughboy uniform. He was about to be shipped out to France. He had come home to say goodbye. My grandmother and my mother were in the back bedroom crying in grief. They were sure he would never return. They were sure this would be the last they would ever see him. They were too grief stricken to come out and say goodbye forever. During those moments of anguish, a man in brilliant white appeared to them. He said that David would return to them safe. They could now go and say goodbye. He would return.
Years later, Uncle David said during the war in France, he was riding mules pulling Army Caissons (wagons full of artillery shell) up to the front lines. He said as his wagon passed by a tree a great artillery shell exploded exactly on the other side of the tree. That tree shielded him, but it killed all the mules and destroyed the wagons. As he recovered in Paris, the war ended. He did return home safe.
During WWII, my brother Captain Walter Parker was a lead navigator of the 467th B-24 Bomb Group in the 8th Air Force in England. In April 1945 over Germany, his bomber was desperately rammed by a German fighter plane. It tore half the tale section off Walter’s plane. They were going down over Germany. My brother said at that moment he was terrified and felt trapped as his bomber was going down. At that moment of greatest alarm, he heard a voice as clear as I am talking to you now. It said, “I have helped you when you knew not of, surely I will help you now.” The next moment, the pilot said they could hold the plane from flipping over and disintegrating. The pilot told Walter to find them a place to bail out. My brother felt inspired to direct them to a German airfield in Belgium. 30 minutes later with 2 American Fighter escorts they made it to Belgium. The crew bailed out and overhead their bomber blew up. When my brother reached the ground, all around him soldiers came out of the fog. They were Americans who said they had just captured the airfield. My brother returned home safe.
It was Saturday, June 2009. My daughter Laurel hurried to get to the Oakland Temple to be married. I was to follow with her huge wedding dress. I struggled to get it into the back of our van. I tried and tried, but it was just too big for me to handle it onto the floor of the van. I said to myself, “I just can’t do this alone.” At that exact moment, two people stood in the side doorway of the van and said, “Can we help?” They were Jehovah’s Witnesses. Together we struggled and got the dress safely laid out in the van. I was to grateful for their help. I said to them, “Thank Heavenly Father, you were angels for me today.”
Angels are among us here. Often, they are us. We see those in need, we stop and help, we give courage, and share our joy. Angels have helped us when we knew not of, surely they will help us now.
I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
Before the Covid19 pandemic hit, when the world was normal, we had devotional meeting each day at 7:30 am. Each person in our Zone would be assigned to give a spiritual thought and the prayer. This below is my contribution for a spiritual thought on 02 Mar 2020 (just before the the pandemic hit).
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Mission Office Morning Prayer Spiritual Message 02 March 2020 Elder Drummond
How many times in the scriptures are angels mentioned?
My family had real experiences with angels. We know angels are real and are among us.
During WWI, my Uncle David stood on the front porch of my grandmother’s house in Virginia. He was dressed in his WWI Army doughboy uniform. He was about to be shipped out to France. He had come home to say goodbye. My grandmother and my mother were in the back bedroom crying in grief. They were sure he would never return. They were sure this would be the last they would ever see him. They were too grief stricken to come out and say goodbye forever. During those moments of anguish, a man in brilliant white appeared to them. He said that David would return to them safe. They could now go and say goodbye. He would return.
Years later, Uncle David said during the war in France, he was riding mules pulling Army Caissons (wagons full of artillery shell) up to the front lines. He said as his wagon passed by a tree a great artillery shell exploded exactly on the other side of the tree. That tree shielded him, but it killed all the mules and destroyed the wagons. As he recovered in Paris, the war ended. He did return home safe.
During WWII, my brother Captain Walter Parker was a lead navigator of the 467th B-24 Bomb Group in the 8th Air Force in England. In April 1945 over Germany, his bomber was desperately rammed by a German fighter plane. It tore half the tale section off Walter’s plane. They were going down over Germany. My brother said at that moment he was terrified and felt trapped as his bomber was going down. At that moment of greatest alarm, he heard a voice as clear as I am talking to you now. It said, “I have helped you when you knew not of, surely I will help you now.” The next moment, the pilot said they could hold the plane from flipping over and disintegrating. The pilot told Walter to find them a place to bail out. My brother felt inspired to direct them to a German airfield in Belgium. 30 minutes later with 2 American Fighter escorts they made it to Belgium. The crew bailed out and overhead their bomber blew up. When my brother reached the ground, all around him soldiers came out of the fog. They were Americans who said they had just captured the airfield. My brother returned home safe.
It was Saturday, June 2009. My daughter Laurel hurried to get to the Oakland Temple to be married. I was to follow with her huge wedding dress. I struggled to get it into the back of our van. I tried and tried, but it was just too big for me to handle it onto the floor of the van. I said to myself, “I just can’t do this alone.” At that exact moment, two people stood in the side doorway of the van and said, “Can we help?” They were Jehovah’s Witnesses. Together we struggled and got the dress safely laid out in the van. I was to grateful for their help. I said to them, “Thank Heavenly Father, you were angels for me today.”
Angels are among us here. Often, they are us. We see those in need, we stop and help, we give courage, and share our joy. Angels have helped us when we knew not of, surely they will help us now.
I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
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