Zee Jones did not know how she would ever emotionally handle the death of one of her parents. In her own words she tells what happened when the dreaded day finally came.

As a young woman, on January 16, 1959, in a hospital in Creston, British Columbia, I stood at the bedside of my father, Harry Scott. Four days earlier he had suffered a severe heart attack.

My oldest brother, Blair, was reading Scripture to Dad. Mother was standing on the other side of his bed. Very heavily sedated, he was unable to talk to us, but Blair asked him to raise his eyebrows if he could hear the reading. Yes, he could.

Dad was in a corner room, with no exit at this end of the hall. As Blair was reading aloud Psalm 23, I suddenly heard music behind me. I turned around to see where it was coming from. As I did, an amazing thing happened. The wall opened up, and I saw with my own eyes a choir of angels in white robes singing a gospel song I recognized from church, "Coming home, coming home.... Open wide your arms of love. Lord, I'm coming home." Their voices were beautiful.

I turned back around to look at Dad. Did he see them too? Just then he opened his eyes, and a look of ecstasy came upon his face. Then he closed his eyes and gave a little gasp, and he was gone--gone home to his Lord. The angels must have come for him, transporting my dad into the very presence of God.

Neither my mother nor my brother heard or saw the angels, but I did and so did my dad. This was God's special grace to me. I couldn't even mourn my dad's passing after this exhilarating experience. It was one of the greatest highlights of my life. I have had no fear or dread of death since then.

The Bible tells us we are "carried by angels" into heaven (see Luke 16:22). What comfort for Christians to know that mighty angels escort us to our eternal home.


From: Miracles Happen When You Pray by Quin Sherrer, 1997, pag. 102, 103, Zondervan Publishing House,  Grand Rapids, Michigan.