1. The Book of Gold | 2. His Heavenly Monitor | 3. Ministers of Special Providence | 4. Elastic As the Light | 5. An Angel in the House | 6. Christ the Lord of Angels | 7. An Angel Leads | 8. With Watchful Care | 9. Angels Sympathize with Men | 10. "The Lord Hath Sent His Angels." | 11. Protect, Defend and Foster | 12. Peopling the Aerial Spaces | 13. "Ere I Lay me down to Sleep." | 14. Outward Help and Relief | 15. Personal Beings in Scripture | 16. Compassion over Us | 17. Invisible Friends | 18. Their Durance Immortal | 19. Allotments of Happiness | 20. Synonym of Perfection | 21. His Best Angel, Love | 22. Clad in Angelic Light | 23. Children of the Sun | 24. Word Spoken by Angels | 25. Ever-Blooming Youth | 26. Formed into Armies | 27. Celestial Hierarchy | 28. Angel-Worship | 29. Story of the Archangels | 30. "To You who are Troubled."
OUTWARD HELP AND RELIEF.
September 14.
And there arose a great cry: and the scribes that were of the Pharisees' part arose,
and strove, saying: We find no evil in this man, but if a spirit or an angel hath spoken
to him, let us not fight against God.—Acts 23:9.
WHAT is the angelic ministry and custody I It is not cura
animarum (care and charge of souls), but niinisteriuni
externi auxilii (to afford us outward help and relief) ; it is
custodia corporis (they guard the body life chiefly). Thus we
find them often employed. An angel brought Elijah his food
under a juniper-tree. An angel delivered Peter from prison.
—T. Manton, D. D.
The belief in a realm of angelic spirits was universal in the
early church. They were the instruments of Divine providence
and the messengers of God. Not only were they guardians of
nations, but each individual was held to have his guardian angel,
fulfilling an office like that of the tutelar genius under the old
religion. Yet angels were only the creatures of God, and were
subject to His will. —Geo. Park Fisher, D. D.
What lovely tones awaken me,
Swelling upon the breeze,
As it sweeps through the open balcony
On to the distant trees?
Hear'st thou them not? So beautiful!
They seem to bid me follow them afar.
I hear a tone of melody,
Calm as the summer air.
Oh! they are not earthly music,
But angels' festal lays,
Calling to lands of beauty,
To cloudless summer days. —M. M. Marcello.
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