Delivered by an Angel
when Peter was come to himself, he said, Now I know of a surety, that the Lord
hath sent his angel, and hath delivered me out of the hand of Herod. Acts
Peter was confined in a rock-hewn cell,
the doors of which were strongly bolted and barred. . . . But the bolts and
bars and the Roman guard, which effectually cut off all possibility of human
aid, were but to make more complete the triumph of God in the deliverance of
Peter. . . .
It is the last night before the proposed
execution. A mighty angel is sent from heaven to rescue Peter. . . . He enters
the cell, and there lies Peter, sleeping the peaceful sleep of perfect trust. .
Not until he feels the touch of the
angel's hand and hears a voice saying, "Arise up quickly," does he
awaken sufficiently to see his cell illuminated by the light of heaven and an
angel of great glory standing before him. Mechanically he obeys the word spoken
to him, and as in rising he lifts his hands, he is dimly conscious that the
chains have fallen from his wrists. . . .
He moves toward the door,
followed by the usually talkative Peter, now dumb from amazement. They step
over the guard, and reach the heavily bolted door, which of its own accord
swings open, and closes again immediately. . . .
The second door . . . is reached. It
opens . . . with no creaking of hinges or rattling of iron bolts. . . . In the
same way they pass through the third gateway, and find themselves in the open
street. . . . The angel glides on in front, encircled by a light of dazzling
brightness. . . . Thus they pass on through one street, and then, the mission
of the angel being accomplished, he suddenly disappears.
Today, as verily as in the days of the
apostles, heavenly messengers are passing through the length and breadth of the
land. . . . We cannot see them personally; nevertheless they are with us,
guiding, directing, protecting.
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