Invisible Wall, and Angelic Guidance

Name:            Skip Johnson
Email:           SkipNLJ@hotmail.com
Location:        Aptos, California
Anonymous:       
Type:            Angel
Date:            Sunday, January 02, 2000
Time:            05:17 PM

To Whom It May Concern:

I pastored for 15 years in central California before becoming chaplain and Bible teacher of a Christian high school in Hawaii 4 years ago. My knowledge of the Bible leads me to believe angels do involve themselves with the lives of people, and have through out human history. I believe these angels can be either good or evil, and that any word or actions such beings may make must be checked against the teachings of the Bible. Unless they agree with it's teachings, it is a danger to have dealings with them. The color of their wings, their claims, or whether they can perform beneficial miracles are not enough alone to ensure such a spirit being is from the right source. Having said that, let me tell my own story involving unseen help...

I received a call from a woman in Texas at past 11:00 PM one night while pastoring a church near Watsonville, CA. Would I please go check on her son? It seems that years before he wandered away from the Christian faith he'd been raised in. Now things weren't going well for him. Earlier that evening, the son's wife had left him. The mother had been in phone contact with him a few hours before. He had been so despondent she feared he might commit suicide. Now his phone was off the hook. For all she knew, he might have hurt himself or be dying as we spoke. Would I please go see that he was alright?

Of course. I took the address, got dressed, and drove into town looking for an all night filling station to get a map for the small city of Aptos, where the man's address was located. By the time I had found the map, untangled the streets in the darkness, and driven to the location, it was after 2:00 AM.

Just there I hit a problem. There were twenty-odd mail boxes located at the roadway of a dark drive going up into a hillside community. One of them was the address I was looking for. None of the houses had numbers on them, and there were no street lights. There was no way I could match the mailbox with the house where the man lived. I couldn't simply go and get the police, either. The man had to live in this neighborhood after I visited him. (If his mom had wanted the police looking into this, she wouldn't have called me.) I didn't want to start his neighbors to gossiping and asking questions by knocking on doors at random. Yet I also couldn't go home and come back the next day. The man might have swallowed sleeping pills and be in need of medical attention for all I knew. I had to find him now, I couldn't get human help, and I couldn't afford to knock on the wrong door at this time of the night. What was I going to do?

I parked my car at the foot of the road near the mailboxes and began walking up the unlit roadway. There were no lights, not even moon or stars. "God," I prayed, "I work for You. This is Your business, not mine. I've got to find the right house. Please help."

About 150-200 feet up the dark roadway between the silent houses, I ran into the invisible wall. I could see through it into the shadows of the roadway beyond. Yet I could put my hand on it. Immediately I knew I was getting the help I'd prayed for. The invisible wall rose straight up from below, but crossed the pavement diagonally to my left. My fingers could press into the surface, perhaps a quarter of an inch--but it certainly wasn't going anywhere. It rose at least as high as my face where my fingers were touching it.

I can only describe this wall as a powerful force field of some kind--but not electrical in nature. Something with more the solidness of gravity. With my right hand held up, I walked along its surface to the left, letting it guide me to the side of the road. The surface of this invisible barrier was seamless to my touch. I could see through it into the black-shadowed street beyond.

When I reached the edge of the road, I found a tall hedge, and in the hedge an opening with a gate. I would have passed it by in the darkness, not even knowing it was there. My pathway along the invisible wall had led me directly to it. I opened the gate, felt my way to the front door of the house, and rang the bell. In a few minutes, a man opened the door. He was only wearing jeans. He still rubbed sleep from his eyes. Obviously, I had awakened him.

"I'm sorry to disturb you this late at night," I said, "but I'm looking for----" I gave the name of the man I was trying to find. The man stood for a moment, seemingly puzzled by my request. Then he said, "He doesn't live here, but his wife is in sleeping on our couch. Maybe you should talk to her." I talked with the woman for a few minutes, told her what had happened outside that helped me find her, and heard her side of the marital conflict. We had prayer together, and she told me where to find her husband. Their house was at the far end of the dark roadway up the hillside yet.

When I left the house where the wife was staying, the invisible wall that had led me to the gateway in the hedge was gone. I walked through the place it had been both going on to see her husband and coming back to my car again afterward. (He was alright. The phone had just slipped off the hook. I told him his mom just wanted me to check on him to be sure he was OK. Before I left, I also told him of the invisible wall, and how it had led me to find his wife a few minutes before. "God must have something good for both of you to give me this kind of help in finding you," I told him.) Later, this couple came to church on several occasions and reconciled. The last I knew, they are still together.

As for me, I'm now very curious about angelic technology. I've touched it with my hand. It is not like anything we know here, or even anything I've ever heard of--even in science fiction. A wall--as invisible as air, solid as marble, yet without texture of any kind, and definitely non-electrical in nature. I received its help by praying to the God of the Bible in a time of need, when I required help to do His bidding in rendering sensitive and crucial service to others in His name.

It seems plain to me that the power that produced the invisible wall is backed by a Superior Intelligence. It led me to the door I needed to go to, not the one I was consciously looking for. I needed to hear the wife's side of the story to be of much help to the husband. Neither he, nor I, nor the man's mother in Texas had any idea where the wife had gone. Out of more than twenty along that dark roadway that evening, I knocked on only two. Behind the first, was the estranged wife. Behind the second, the despondent husband. It was the wall that led me to her.

Having experience this doesn't make me any better than anyone else. (Too bad, too. I wish it did!) It does mean the God I serve chose to grant me assistance at my request on that occasion by what I believe were angelically supplied means. I've not seen God's angels yet, perhaps. But I've touched what they can do.

The help that was supplied gives me a glimpse into the heart of the One who answered my prayer. He cares for hurting men and women whose promises of loyalty to each other in His name are in danger of unraveling. He also cares for confused pastors, who know they need more than human help in their efforts to help others. Yes, I believe in angels. In fact, I've come to count on their help. But I don't seek them. I seek God. Why yack with the secretaries when you can speak with the Boss?

"The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them." Psalm 34:7 NIV

Pastor Skip Johnson, Chaplain/Bible Hawaiian Mission Academy January 2, 2000

Email: SkipNLJ@hotmail.com islandfire@hotmail.com