I asked the angels to protect it
Published: March 13, 2007 | 5794th good news item since 2003
The night was freezing.
It was just past midnight on Dec. 24, 1983, and 21-year-old Tim Anderson and a friend were driving to Illinois from Fort Wayne, the last leg on their trip home from the East Coast.
Snug inside her Arlington Heights, Ill., home, Tim’s mother, Joan Wester Anderson, was praying for his safe arrival.
Anderson and his friend were traveling on a rural road — a shortcut back to the interstate after dropping off a third friend — when the unthinkable happened.
The car sputtered, died and stalled. There were no lights, no traffic, and the wind chill was deadly.
The two young men sat, horrified, as the freezing cold began seeping in. Soon, they could barely feel their legs.
And at home, Tim’s mother, overcome with a foreboding of doom, still prayed.
“God,” Wester Anderson said. “Send someone to help them.”
What happened next inspired her to walk a new path, to begin writing a series of books about angels and their work here on Earth.
“That Christmas, everything went wrong,” she recalled. “We always said that was our worst Christmas ever, until we found out it was our best Christmas ever.”
Out of the snowy darkness, a tow truck appeared behind the two men. The driver, unrecognizable under his winter trappings, knocked on the door.
“Need a tow?” he asked.
The men gratefully accepted and gave directions back to their friend’s house. The driver pulled in front and hitched the car, pulling it behind him.
He pulled into the cul-de-sac, and Tim Anderson stumbled up to the door on near-frozen legs, asking his friend for money to pay the tow truck operator.
His friend looked puzzled.
Anderson turned around.
The truck was gone. There had been no sound of chains releasing, no goodbye.
And the only tracks in the snow were from his own car.
“I found out, later, finally, what happened,” Wester Anderson recalled. “And when (Tim) told me about the tow truck driver, I got a rush of goosebumps. And I’ve realized since then that whenever I’m sensing something that is God-related or inspired, I’ll get goosebumps. We have a tendency to rationalize things so much, I think God goes right for our souls.”
She believes God sent an angel to help her son. And she believes, too, that angels are everywhere, helping us when we need them most.
“God gave us beings to help us,” she said. “Angels save us, they protect us, they keep us out of danger. I think they help us all the time, but they don’t stay around to get involved — all the glory goes to God.”
After her personal experience, Wester Anderson, a freelance writer and columnist, began researching angels and tentatively asking people for their own angel experiences.
Over time, she’s heard hundreds of stories, enough to fill her first book — and six more.
“At speaking engagements, I would tell Tim’s story, and when I was done, there would be a hush in the room,” she recalled. “And some people would roll their eyes … but others would get that look; I started calling it ‘The Look.’ And they would say, ‘Something happened to me … ’ ”
Wester Anderson, a Catholic, has done extensive research on angels since those early days.
“I don’t believe angels are the spirits of people who have died,” she said. “If you look at the description of angels in Scripture, in the Bible … it says angels are a separate creation. Angels are not human, they never were, and they never will be.”
She does believe, however, that each of us has a guardian angel that watches over us.
Angels play prominently in a local story featured in Wester Anderson’s latest book, one that focuses on both angels and answered prayers.
One of the chapters details the story of the Monsignor Frank Korba, pastor of St. Nicholas Byzantine Catholic Church in Munster.
He’ll happily tell it again and again.
“It’s one of my favorite stories,” he said. “And I know, people read things and think, ‘Oh, yeah, right,’ but I tell you — every word is true.”
The story recounts what happened when Korba inadvertently mailed an open envelope overstuffed with cash and checks — that week’s collection — to the church’s chancellery in Parma, Ohio.
He’d meant to take the envelope — already stamped and addressed — to the bank and exchange it for a cashier’s check; he dropped it into a mailbox in Munster with the rest of the outgoing mail instead.
Soon realizing his mistake, he tried desperately to get it back.
But the mail had already been picked up. He then rushed to the Gary post office, but had no luck there, either.
Panic-stricken, he prayed. Constantly. A staunch believer in angels, Korba asked God to send His angels to protect the envelope.
“There was probably $700 to $800 in cash in there, and another $1,000 in checks,” he recalled. “I prayed my head off.”
Hearing nothing from the local post offices, Korba finally made the inevitable, dreaded phone call to the Parma, Ohio, office, ready to apologize and explain.
There, he learned, the envelope — still open — had just arrived. Everything was intact.
“I asked the angels to protect it, and they did — from Munster to Gary to Cleveland to Parma,” he said. “I believe it was angels, and I believe it was a miracle.”
Although Wester Anderson, now living in Prospect Heights, isn’t planning any more angel books, the stories keep coming.
“The world has gotten spiritually darker, I think,” she said. “There’s so much anger and violence. I think of Billy Graham, who said in the ’70s, ‘In the coming dark times, angels will prove to be a light to many.’ I just thought that was very prophetic, because, I, for one, feel like we are in a dark time. I think people are calling upon God more frequently.”