Ministering Angels

Opening Song: An Angel From On High, Hymn 13

Opening Prayer:

Objective: To understand this Quote better, "My beloved brothers and sisters, I testify of angels, both the heavenly and the
mortal kind. In doing so I am testifying that God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we
face."

Scripture: D and C 84: 88 And whoso receiveth you, there I will be also, for I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand
and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up.

==============================Angles have visited the earth==========================

Stories: The Cart Began Pushing Me-picture included

Oh, Ye That Embark- Story of Elisha-clip art included

Activity: Working together, make a list of angelic visits-See enclosed worksheet

Use your Topical Guide for more ideas! But here are some to get your brain started...
Joseph Smith (many visits from angels mostly for teaching, restoring the priesthood and for comfort), Adam and Eve (by an angel
were taught what a burnt offering was), Lehi's Dream (provided comfort and led him to the path), Laman and Lemuel
(chastisement), Alma the Younger (chastisement and teaching), Mary (Christ mother, comfort and prophecy), Elizabeth (mother
of John the Baptist, comfort and prophecy), Jesus (while fasting angels ministered, then later received comfort and help unto him)
Abraham (the Lord sent an angel to untie him from the alter of a false priest) The Shepherds (an Angel told of the Saviors birth)
Mary Magdaline, and Mary mother of Jesus (visited at the empty tomb)

*Once complete have the youngest child put it up on the refrigerator to remind everyone throughout the
week that God, really does watch over us always!

Discussion: Talk about what a Heavenly Angel 'looks' like...Do they have wings and halos? What do we understand about Angels
that the world does not? Do they lay on clouds and play harps? Do they 'work'? What do they do?

===================================Earthly Angels=================================

Explain: Heavenly Father will rarely send Heavenly Angels to perform tasks someone on earth can
perform instead. That is why it is so important that we serve, listen to the spirit and ACT!
Sometimes we are Earthy Angles!

Stories: Save her! Save her!-picture (print and fold in half holding up picture while you read the story)
Someone's Angel-clip art included
Elder Holland Excerpt-Highlighted Purple, picture included

Game: Angelic Deeds Drawing Game

Closing Song: Have I Done Any Good, Hymn 223

Prayer:
Refreshments: Angel Food Cake...Of course!
 Make a list of when Angels have visited the earth
....Use your Topical Guide for more ideas!

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 "The Cart Began Pushing Me"
Angels pushing the Hand Carts

President David O. McKay, in an address given at an annual Relief Society Conference in 1947, the
centennial year of the Saints' arrival in the valley, talked of the criticism given by a teacher conducting a
class, who commented that it was very unwise to have even permitted the Saints to cross the plains under
such circumstances, and they were talking about the Willie and Martin handcart companies who left later
then they should have. President McKay said:

Some sharp criticism of the Church and its leaders was being indulged in for permitting any company of
converts to venture across the plains with no more supplies of protection than a handcart caravan afforded.
An old man in the corner [and this was written by President William Palmer, who was present] sat silent and
listened as long as he could stand it, then he arose and said things that no person who heard him will ever
forget. His face was white with emotion, yet he spoke calmly, deliberately, but with great earnestness and
sincerity.

In substance the father above mentioned said, "I ask you to stop this criticism. You are discussing a matter
you know nothing about. Cold historic facts mean nothing here, for they give no proper interpretation of the
questions involved. Mistake to send the Handcart Company out so late in the season? Yes. But I was in that
company and my wife was in it and Sister Nellie Unthank whom you have cited was there, too. We suffered
beyond anything you can imagine and many died of exposure and starvation, but did you ever hear a survivor
of that company utter a word of criticism? Not one of that company ever apostatized of left the Church,
because everyone of us came through with the absolute knowledge that God lives for we became acquainted
with him in our extremities."

"I have pulled my handcart when I was so weak and weary from illness and lack of food that I could hardly
put one foot in front of the other. I have looked ahead and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I have said,
I can go only that far and there I must give up, for I cannot pull the load through it." [And a wife with a baby
in her arms by his side]. "I have gone on to that sand and when I reached it, the cart began pushing me. I
have looked back many times to see who was pushing my cart, but my eyes saw no one. I knew then that the
angels of God were there."

"Was I sorry that I chose to come by handcart? No. Neither then no any minute of my life since. The price
we paid to become acquainted with God was a privilege to pay, and I am thankful that I was privileged to
come in the Martin Handcart Company."
 O Ye That Embark,”
Henry B. Eyring
Liahona, Nov 2008, 57–60

I know that the promise of angels to bear us up is real. You might want to bring to memory the
assurance of Elisha to his frightened servant. That assurance is ours when we feel close to being
overwhelmed in our service. Elisha faced real and terrible opposition: {war}

“And when the servant of the man of God was risen early, and gone forth, behold, an host compassed
the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said unto him, Alas, my master! how shall we
do?

“And he answered, Fear not: for they that be with us are more than they that be with them.

“And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the Lord opened
the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of
fire round about Elisha.”

Like that servant of Elisha, there are more with you than those you can see opposed to you. Some who
are with you will be invisible to your mortal eyes. The Lord will bear you up and will at times do it by
calling others to stand with you. That is why we have quorums. That is why quorum leaders look at
faces and into eyes in quorum meetings. That is why the bishop is more than presiding in the priests
quorum. He is watching the faces of the priests. You will have such a bishop or such an elders quorum
president or such a mission president. And he will come to help you and call others to stand with you. It
may be to call the right companion to serve with you in your time of need.
Someone’s Angel
Benjamin Ireland
New Era, Oct 2002, 46

Sister Jones was praying for help. We were praying to know where we should go. Thank
goodness both our prayers were answered.

“Visit Sister Jones” is what was written down for 1:00 p.m. Sister Jones was a member of
the ward who we had visited a few times in the California Arcadia Mission, but she had not been to
church for a long while. She had a good husband and three adorable little daughters. Every time
we saw her, we asked her to come to church, but she had not come yet.
I had often thought and prayed about how we could encourage her to come back to church
and was beginning to doubt if we would ever succeed. I suggested to my companion that we go
tracting instead. He agreed that tracting was important, but he seemed inspired in his suggestion
to follow through with our plan. I swallowed my pride and said a silent prayer. The Spirit whispered
to me that following our plan was what God wanted us to do.
We biked to Sister Jones’s place, and as we pulled up she was taking out the trash. When
she looked at us she seemed discouraged. She did not seem particularly thrilled to see us.
“Hello, Sister Jones,” I said cheerfully. “How are you doing?”
“Okay,” she responded halfheartedly. I knew something was not quite right. The last time we
visited she had commented how hard it was to keep up on her housework because of an illness
she had contracted. I wondered if this was the cause of her unhappy countenance. The Spirit
whispered again to me. Without leaving room for argument we announced, “We’re here to do your
dishes.”
She was taken aback and a little reluctant to let us help. I could see she was longing for
some relief. She led us inside, and immediately I went to a sink full of almost every dish in the
house. Meanwhile my companion started vacuuming. All Sister Jones could manage to do was sit
down on the couch, exhausted, watching us gratefully. We finished the vacuuming, my companion
dried the dishes, and soon the house was sparkling. Sister Jones expressed her appreciation with
a teary smile.
“Thank you, Elders. I really needed that today.”
“No problem, Sister Jones. We’re always glad to help. You know that,” my companion said.
She smiled, and we let ourselves out.
The following Sunday I was surprised to see her in the congregation at church. It warmed
my heart. It was fast and testimony meeting, but what added to my surprise was Sister Jones
getting up to bear her testimony.
After bearing her testimony of the truthfulness of the Church, she added, “This week I was
having a really hard time. I’ve been sick and not able to do everything. One day when it was
particularly difficult, I began to pray. ‘Lord help me, I don’t know if I can handle this! Please, please
send an angel, or something. Please.’ And right then, two of his angels pulled up on their bicycles
and asked if they could help. I was so touched. It was exactly what I needed.”
I began to cry. For one thing, I had never been called an angel before. I am just me—a
simple missionary. But for one short afternoon, we were someone’s angels. Still, I cannot take
credit for it. In that fast and testimony meeting, the Holy Spirit once again whispered to me with the
sweet comfort that comes from following God’s will. It is not always what we want to do. It is not
always what we think is best. But God’s way is always right. We may not have reached our goal for
tracting hours that week, but we reached a much higher standard—the standard of doing what our
all-wise Father above wanted us to do. [illustrations] Illustrated by Sam Lawlor
 Save Her! Save Her!
Thomas S. Monson, New Era, May 1997, 4

Adapted from an address given in the priesthood session of October 1995

general conference.

I learned to swim in the swift currents of Utah’s beautiful Provo River. The “old
swimming hole” was in a deep portion of the river, dangerous with its depth of 16
feet, its current, which moved swiftly against a large rock, and the sucking action
of the whirlpools below the rock. It was not a place for an inexperienced
swimmer.

One warm summer afternoon when I was about 12, I took a large, inflated inner
tube from a tractor tire, slung it over my shoulder, and walked barefoot up the
railroad track which followed the course of the river. I entered the water about a
mile above the swimming hole and enjoyed a leisurely float down the river. The
river held no fear for me, for I knew its secrets.

That day the Greek-speaking people in Utah held a reunion at Vivian Park in
Provo Canyon, as they did every year. Native food, games, and dances were the
order of the day. But some left the party to try swimming in the river. When they
arrived at the swimming hole, it was deserted, for afternoon shadows were
beginning to envelop it.

I was about to enter the swiftest portion of the river, just at the head of the
swimming hole, when I heard frantic cries, “Save her! Save her!” A young lady
swimmer, accustomed to the still waters of a gymnasium swimming pool, had
fallen from the rock into the treacherous whirlpools. None of the party could swim
to save her. I saw the top of her head disappearing under the water for the third
time, there to descend to a watery grave. I stretched forth my hand, grasped her
hair, and lifted her over the side of the tube and into my arms. At the pool’s lower
end, the water was slower as I paddled the tube, with my precious cargo, to her
waiting relatives and friends.

They threw their arms around her and kissed her, crying, “Thank God! Thank
God you are safe!” Then they hugged and kissed me. I was embarrassed and
quickly returned to the tube and continued my float down to the Vivian Park
bridge. The water was frigid, but I was not cold, for I was filled with a warm
feeling. I realized that I had participated in the saving of a life. Heavenly Father
had heard the cries, “Save her! Save her,” and permitted me, a deacon, to float
by at precisely the time I was needed. That day I learned that the sweetest
feeling in mortality is to realize that God, our Heavenly Father, knows each one
of us and generously permits us to see and to share His divine power to save.
The Ministry of Angels side of the veil. Some of them we walk with and talk with—here, now, every day. Some of them reside in our
Elder Jeffrey R. Holland own neighborhoods. Some of them gave birth to us, and in my case, one of them consented to marry me. Indeed
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles heaven never seems closer than when we see the love of God manifested in the kindness and devotion of people
God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we face. so good and so pure that angelic is the only word that comes to mind. Elder James Dunn, from this pulpit just
When Adam and Eve willingly stepped into mortality, they knew this telestial moments ago, used that word in his invocation to describe this Primary choir—and why not? With the spirit,
world would contain thorns and thistles and troubles of every kind. Perhaps their most faces, and voices of those children in our mind and before our eyes, may I share with you an account by my
challenging realization, however, was not the hardship and danger they would endure but friend and BYU colleague, the late Clyn D. Barrus. I do so with the permission of his wife, Marilyn, and their
the fact that they would now be distanced from God, separated from Him with whom they had walked and family.
talked, who had given them face-to-face counsel. After this conscious choice, as the record of creation says, Referring to his childhood on a large Idaho farm, Brother Barrus spoke of his nightly assignment to
“they saw him not; for they were shut out from his presence.”1 Amidst all else that must have troubled them, round up the cows at milking time. Because the cows pastured in a field bordered by the occasionally
surely this must have troubled them the most. treacherous Teton River, the strict rule in the Barrus household was that during the spring flood season the
children were never to go after any cows who ventured across the river. They were always to return home and
seek mature help.
But God knew the challenges they would face, and He certainly knew how lonely and troubled they
One Saturday just after his seventh birthday, Brother Barrus’s parents promised the family a night at the movies
would sometimes feel. So He watched over His mortal family constantly, heard their prayers always, and sent
if the chores were done on time. But when young Clyn arrived at the pasture, the cows he sought had crossed
prophets (and later apostles) to teach, counsel, and guide them. But in times of special need, He sent angels,
the river, even though it was running at high flood stage. Knowing his rare night at the movies was in jeopardy,
divine messengers, to bless His children, reassure them that heaven was always very close and that His help was
he decided to go after the cows himself, even though he had been warned many times never to do so.
always very near. Indeed, shortly after Adam and Eve found themselves in the lone and dreary world, an angel
As the seven-year-old urged his old horse, Banner, down into the cold, swift stream, the horse’s head barely
appeared unto them,2 who taught them the meaning of their sacrifice and the atoning role of the promised
cleared the water. An adult sitting on the horse would have been safe, but at Brother Barrus’s tender age, the
Redeemer who was to come.
current completely covered him except when the horse lunged forward several times, bringing Clyn’s head
When the time for this Savior’s advent was at hand, an angel was sent to announce to Mary that she
above water just enough to gasp for air.
was to be the mother of the Son of God.3 Then a host of angels was commissioned to sing on the night the baby
Here I turn to Brother Barrus’s own words:
Jesus was born.4 Shortly thereafter an angel would announce to Joseph that the newborn baby was in danger and
“When Banner finally climbed the other bank, I realized that my life had been in grave danger and
that this little family must flee to Egypt for safety.5 When it was safe to return, an angel conveyed that
that I had done a terrible thing—I had knowingly disobeyed my father. I felt that I could redeem myself only by
information to the family and the three returned to the land of their heritage.6
bringing the cows home safely. Maybe then my father would forgive me. But it was already dusk, and I didn’t
From the beginning down through the dispensations, God has used angels as His emissaries in conveying love
know for sure where I was. Despair overwhelmed me. I was wet and cold, lost and afraid.
and concern for His children. Time in this setting does not allow even a cursory examination of the scriptures or
“I climbed down from old Banner, fell to the ground by his feet, and began to cry. Between thick sobs, I tried to
our own latter-day history, which are so filled with accounts of angels ministering to those on earth, but it is rich
offer a prayer, repeating over and over to my Father in Heaven, ‘I’m sorry. Forgive me! I’m sorry. Forgive me!’
doctrine and rich history indeed.
“I prayed for a long time. When I finally looked up, I saw through my tears a figure dressed in white walking
Usually such beings are not seen. Sometimes they are. But seen or unseen they are always near.
toward me. In the dark, I felt certain it must be an angel sent in answer to my prayers. I did not move or make a
Sometimes their assignments are very grand and have significance for the whole world. Sometimes the
sound as the figure approached, so overwhelmed was I by what I saw. Would the Lord really send an angel to
messages are more private. Occasionally the angelic purpose is to warn. But most often it is to comfort, to
me, who had been so disobedient?
provide some form of merciful attention, guidance in difficult times. When in Lehi’s dream he found himself in
“Then a familiar voice said, ‘Son, I’ve been looking for you.’ In the darkness I recognized the voice
a frightening place, “a dark and dreary waste,” as he described it, he was met by an angel, “a man . . . dressed in
of my father and ran to his outstretched arms. He held me tightly, then said gently, ‘I was worried. I’m glad I
a white robe; . . . he spake unto me,” Lehi said, “and bade me follow him.”7 Lehi did follow him to safety and
found you.’
ultimately to the path of salvation.
“I tried to tell him how sorry I was, but only disjointed words came out of my trembling lips—’Thank
In the course of life all of us spend time in “dark and dreary” places, wildernesses, circumstances of
you . . . darkness . . . afraid . . . river . . . alone.’ Later that night I learned that when I had not returned from the
sorrow or fear or discouragement. Our present day is filled with global distress over financial crises, energy
pasture, my father had come looking for me. When neither I nor the cows were to be found, he knew I had
problems, terrorist attacks, and natural calamities. These translate into individual and family concerns not only
crossed the river and was in danger. Because it was dark and time was of the essence, he removed his clothes
about homes in which to live and food available to eat but also about the ultimate safety and well-being of our
down to his long white thermal underwear, tied his shoes around his neck, and swam a treacherous river to
children and the latter-day prophecies about our planet. More serious than these—and sometimes related to
rescue a wayward son.”12
them—are matters of ethical, moral, and spiritual decay seen in populations large and small, at home and
My beloved brothers and sisters, I testify of angels, both the heavenly and the mortal kind. In doing
abroad. But I testify that angels are still sent to help us, even as they were sent to help Adam and Eve, to help
so I am testifying that God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we face. “[N]or
the prophets, and indeed to help the Savior of the world Himself. Matthew records in his gospel that after Satan
will he, so long as time shall last, or the earth shall stand, or there shall be one man [or woman or child] upon
had tempted Christ in the wilderness “angels came and ministered unto him.”8 Even the Son of God, a God
the face thereof to be saved.”13 On occasions, global or personal, we may feel we are distanced from God, shut
Himself, had need for heavenly comfort during His sojourn in mortality. And so such ministrations will be to
out from heaven, lost, alone in dark and dreary places. Often enough that distress can be of our own making,
the righteous until the end of time. As Mormon said to his son Moroni, who would one day be an angel:
but even then the Father of us all is watching and assisting. And always there are those angels who come and go
“Has the day of miracles ceased?
all around us, seen and unseen, known and unknown, mortal and immortal.
“Or have angels ceased to appear unto the children of men? Or has he withheld the power of the
May we all believe more readily in, and have more gratitude for, the Lord’s promise as contained in
Holy Ghost from them? Or will he, so long as time shall last, or the earth shall stand, or there shall be one man
one of President Monson’s favorite scriptures: “I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on
upon the face thereof to be saved?
your left, . . . my Spirit shall be in your [heart], and mine angels round about you, to bear you up.”14 In the
“Behold I say unto you, Nay; for . . . it is by faith that angels appear and minister unto men. . . .
process of praying for those angels to attend us, may we all try to be a little more angelic ourselves—with a
“For behold, they are subject unto [Christ], to minister according to the word of his command,
kind word, a strong arm, a declaration of faith and “the covenant wherewith [we] have covenanted.”15 Perhaps
showing themselves unto them of strong faith and a firm mind in every form of godliness.”9
then we can be emissaries sent from God when someone, perhaps a Primary child, is crying,
I ask everyone within the sound of my voice to take heart, be filled with faith, and remember the Lord has said
“Darkness . . . afraid . . . river . . . alone.” To this end, I pray in the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen.
He “would fight [our] battles, [our] children’s battles, and [the battles of our] children’s children.”10 And what
do we do to merit such a defense? We are to “search diligently, pray always, and be believing[. Then] all things
shall work together for [our] good, if [we] walk uprightly and remember the covenant wherewith [we] have
covenanted.”11 The latter days are not a time to fear and tremble. They are a time to be believing and remember
our covenants.
I have spoken here of heavenly help, of angels dispatched to bless us in time of need. But when we
speak of those who are instruments in the hand of God, we are reminded that not all angels are from the other
Angelic Deeds Drawing Game...
Everyone can PLAY and likes this game!!! Print off several pages of the angels and X cards to have enough cards for your family.

Set up: Shuffle the deck and place face down on the table. Youngest goes first.

Play: The first player draws cards attempting to collect Angels. Each time he draws an Angel he must name an angelic experience: either when
earthly angels served him, he acted as an earthy angel or name a time heavenly angels visited the earth. He can continue to draw as many cards as he
would like only stopping when deems the risk to great, he draws an X or can no longer name an Angelic Experience. If he draws an X or draws an
Angel card and is unable to name an Angelic Experience he must put back ALL the Angels he drew on that turn. (Place them in a discard pile next
to the draw pile.) If he chooses to stop drawing before drawing an X or is unable to name an Angelic Experience than he keeps his cards for that turn.
Then play continues to the next person. Players must name different angelic experiences. They cannot name an experience already given by someone
else.

Winning: The person with the most Angels at the pile runs out wins!

Remember: Each time you have a turn drawing, only those cards from that turn have to be put back if you draw an X or cannot name an Angelic
Experience. No cards from previous turns are at risk!
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Toasted Angel Food Cake
with Chocolate Cream
or your preference of fruit or berries

For the chocolate cream:

8 Tbsp confectioners sugar
4 Tbsp cocoa powder
2 Tbsp milk
1 cup (250ml) heavy cream
1 pinch cream of tartar
Or For the fruit of berries:
2 pints berries sliced if desired or
3 cups sliced fruit...toss with
1/4 cup sugar

Cake:
8 fat slices store-bought angel food cake
1-2 Tbsp confectioners sugar, for dusting

To make the chocolate cream, whisk together the confectioners sugar, cocoa powder and milk in a small bowl. Set aside. In a separate bowl,
beat the cream with the cream of tartar until soft. Whisk in the chocolate mixture until well blended. Cover and refrigerate.
Preheat the grill or grill pan to hot. Dust the angel food cake slices with confectioners sugar. Grill or toast the slices for 1 minute on each side
until golden and grill marks appear on the surface. Transfer to serving plates and top with chocolate cream, fruit or berries.