Right around this time, I had heard someone talking about Angels and how each person's guardian angel is always with them from the start of their life, how you can get to know them (ask their name!), talk to them, pray for them, can and should have a relationship with them, etc.... Which I found interesting.
So, a couple years ago, I went to see Bach's St. Matthew's Passion at UofM - here is a site with an English translation: http://music.
It was Good Friday. There was a big snow storm and many of the musicians (Detroit Symphony Orchestra) had difficulty getting there, so the performance started really late (at least an hour). It is... amazing, the words are so profound. It was a perfect way to spend Good Friday. I furiously jotted down phrases that moved me throughout.
At the end, it was after midnight (due to the late start), and it was a beautiful snow covered night in downtown Ann Arbor... everything was quiet, crisp and peaceful. I was in my car and, still feeling moved/prayerful from the Passion... I just started kind of singing. Not a song or anything, just tones (ahhs and ooo's and such)... but then it was crazy, because all of a sudden, it sounded like my whole car was filled with a huge choir singing this beautiful, heavenly music... beautiful, really high harmonies. It sounded like when you get overtones because of acoustics (which my car does not have), but thousands of them. I was like, "uh, what the heck!" I stopped singing. It stopped. I started again... it started again. I thought, "I can't stop singing! This is beautiful!" I wondered... "Are there angels with me? Singing?" And I said, "Hey, guardian angel!? Are you SINGING with me? What's your name?"
Barabbas.
Boom. just like that. Then the whole discourse on the murderer and Scripture and "It's ok, my name was first." I later learned its meaning: Son of the Father.
It was beautiful and awesome. Ask your Guardian Angel his name today. ;-)
AWESOME.
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