Angels

I Believe in Angels or… Angels in the Outfield

I love movies.

I love movies that have a message or a meaning. It doesn’t have to be a story like Schindler’s List or Saving Private Ryan (both great movies.)

I love movies that touch your heart, make you feel good, teach you a lesson, or make you think.

One of my favorite movies is Angels in the Outfield. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it. The story has a baseball theme and it is about two boys that are foster children. They have become best friends living in the same foster home. The older of the two boys prays to God that the A’s will win the Pennant so he will be reunited with his dad and they will be a family again. Well as only Hollywood can do, this young boy is sent angels to help the winless A’s win baseball games. The team coach—played by Danny Glover—is a grouchy, non-believer, just putting in time with his loser team. Well with the help of the angels, the team starts winning, the boys are kind of adopted by the team as good luck charms, and the childless coach finds he really likes them. As time goes by, the coach gets quoted by the press about the angels helping the team. The owner threatens to fire him if he refuses to retract his statement. During the press conference, the foster mom says, “It’s okay to believe in God but not believe in Angels? I thought they were on the same team.”

To that I say, AMEN!!!

I believe in God and I believe in Angels.

I felt God’s presence on August 12th and I met some of his human angels.

My husband Terry and our two boys, Nicholas & Zach, were SCUBA diving at Aurora Reservoir working on the next level of SCUBA certification. The day started out well. After Terry’s second dive, Zach noticed he was bleeding from his ear. That ended the diving for the day. A few moments later, Terry went to reach for an Oreo and collapsed on the beach, suffering a complete cardiac arrest.

Here came the angels…

Zach put the oxygen mask on his Dad.

Steve Hancock—a marine medic who had been diving that day—immediately started giving Terry mouth-to-mouth.

Terry Murphy—an EMT fire fighter—started CPR.

These two men, who we have never met, were there for us.

The ranger at the park had an AED and they shocked Terry four times to get his heart started again.

Over the course of the day, Terry’s heart stopped seven times…God and his angels did not.

Pastor Dave, Kathryn Ake, Jim Dietvorst and Diana Dietvorst—other angels from church—met us at the hospital ER.
Terry was transported to Parker Adventist Hospital where the nurse helping with Terry’s care looked at Pastor Dave. Dave had baptized her three kids at his prior church and she wasn’t supposed to be working that day…another angel.
After the ER staff determined Terry was going to need to be airlifted to PSL, I met God’s helicopter pilot, Kevin. I didn’t even know God had a helicopter! Kevin turns to Dave and they start talking. It turns out that Kevin and Dave went to seminary together. I cry about that…I cried then—I cry now. At that time I knew everything was going to be OK. How could it not be?

Over the course of Terry’s hospital stay and since he has been home, God continues to send his angels. He surrounds us with our church family—hugs, tears, kind words, food, support, comfort, friendship, compassion, and love, all from our GGCC angels.

“Thank you” seems so trite. I can’t begin to thank all of the angels who lifted Terry up that day. I am thankful for God being with us, with all of the doctors and hospital staff, with our SCUBA friends, with our family, with our firefighter angel Terry, and our marine friend Steve.

God bless all of you—thank you for being our Angels!

Maureen Herzog


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