On September 29 the Church celebrated the Feast of the Archangels Michael, Gabriel and Raphael, followed by the Feast of the Guardian Angels on October 2. In honor of these two great feasts, we are reprinting a recent article about one Pauline Cooperator’s experience of protection and favor — from the angelic order? You be the judge.
The room is quiet and peaceful, with a faint breeze fleeting from one open door to the next. I am sewing a mask with a child whose dexterity and knowledge of the sewing machine are enough reassurance that we will finish sewing a mask. The mask is a gift for this child’s mother. To my dismay, the edges of the cloth is becoming too thick for the needle and thread to smoothly go through.
Snap! The needle breaks!
The child is playing, with his gaze on his fingers and not on the sewing machine. I tap his lower right arm, and I point to the broken needle. He instantly presses on the pedal, with the thick broken needle left on the machine rapidly moving into the nail right in the middle of my index finger and all the way through its other end.
Time stands still. For a few seconds I have my eyes fixated on the hole in my right index finger, with some blood on my nail and skin and on the machine. I cannot feel any pain.
Three hours later, the doctor in the urgent care orders an x-ray. As I wait for the results, I am sitting and feeling relaxed even as I look at the red hole on my nail, with some blood in the surrounding crevice. I am feeling absolutely no pain and discomfort. Barging into the waiting room with 3 x-rays on hand, the doctor says in amazement that in his many years of working with patients he has never seen anything like this incident. He cannot believe that the bone in the index finger is intact, as if the needle completely avoided it.
Entirely astonished that the needle did not go through my bones, the doctor continues to say that if it did go through my index bone, it would have been shattered to pieces. I too find myself completely astounded, especially with the fact that fingers do have many nerves and yet I am not experiencing pain.
This may very well be another angel story of mine. I wrote months ago about how I called on my angel to help me dislodge a big piece of cloth wedged into the same sewing machine after an hour of trying to pull it myself.
And now, here I am. There is a hole in the middle of my pointer, with a trace of blood yet no pain. Did my angel help to quickly pull my finger away so the needle would not go through my bone? Did I take a pain medication? My co-worker gave me one which I took right after the incident, but it would have worn off after a few hours. Five days have passed and yet there is still no pain nor are there any throbbing sensations.
“Do not be afraid.” This is the message of the angel to St. Paul when a horrendous storm wrecked the ship he was on, despite the warning he announced not to proceed with the plan to sail (Acts of the Apostle, Chapter 27). The ship jettisoned cargoes and with bare hands the sailors threw overboard the tackle to keep the vessel afloat. This is a story in the bible that is bigger and worth telling, but the message remains the same.
We need not be afraid to go out into world to pass on what we know or extend some form of help. Accidents, calamities, or diseases affect life. Firmly anchored in God, who is our savoir, our rock and our stronghold, and who has ever-countless ways and means of sending help where needed, including sending angels, we will emerge victorious. There is always a solution to a challenging situation.
Paul and all passengers survived. My nail has grown with no trace of a red hole. One thing remains: God has endless possibilities of making himself and his love known. Sometimes, it is through angels.
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Easter Almuena has known the Daughters of St. Paul for over eleven years now. She made her Cooperator Promise in 2016, two years after she finished her master’s in Pastoral Theology. An author and publisher, she takes pride in being a wife to Joe, mom to five home-schooled kids and babysitter to six grandchildren. She serves alongside her husband Joe who is the deacon of the Cathedral Basilica of Our Lady of Peace in the Diocese of Honolulu