Let’s talk about angels, not the way the world paints them, with soft wings and dreamy music, but as they actually are in the ancient scrolls. Real beings created by El Elyon, the Most High God. Not floating ideas or ornaments for our imaginations, but warriors, messengers, and holy servants who stand in the presence of Adonai.
As we walk through this life, following Yeshua with all our hearts, sometimes we hear people speak of angels in a way that almost crosses a line. You know what I mean, that slow drift toward honoring the creation more than the Creator. So let’s slow down and take a deep breath, and go back to the scrolls. What do the Scriptures actually say about angels, and how should we regard them?
Angels are mentioned all over the Tanakh and the New Testament writings. In Hebrew, they’re called mal’akhim (מַלְאָכִים), which simply means “messengers.” They’re not divine beings; they are sent ones, obedient to the will of YHWH. They don’t act on their own authority. They go where they’re sent, say what they’re told, and stand ready to carry out the Word of the Living God. That’s their honor, and they never seek to be honored for it.
Take Gabriel, for example. He wasn’t just some sparkly vision with a nice message. When he came to Miryam (Mary), he came with a Word straight from the throne room. “I am Gabriel, who stands in the presence of God,” he said (Luke 1:19). He didn’t puff himself up. He made it clear, I stand before Him. I was sent to you. That’s the heart of a true servant.
But let’s get something crystal clear: angels, as magnificent and awe-inspiring as they are, are not to be worshipped. Not now. Not ever.
Yeshua told the Samaritan woman something stunning in John 4:23–24. He said the Father is looking, seeking, for people who will worship Him in ruach (spirit) and emet (truth). This isn’t about lip service. It’s not about tradition. It’s not about how dazzling the setting is or whether angels show up in a dream. It’s about the posture of your heart before the One who made you.
We’re told in Colossians 2:18 not to let anyone disqualify us by delighting in false humility or the worship of angels. The Greek phrase there, thréskeia tōn angelōn (θρησκεία τῶν ἀγγέλων), carries this strange idea of ritualistic observance, something showy and fleshly that pretends to be spiritual. It’s a counterfeit. It’s puffed up. It’s empty. And Paul says it draws you away from your reward in Messiah.
Even John the Revelator, John!, who walked with Yeshua, who leaned against His chest at the Last Supper, fell into this for a moment. In Revelation 19:10, John falls down at the feet of an angel, overwhelmed. But what does that angel say? “See thou do it not! I am your fellow servant, and of your brothers who hold the testimony of Yeshua. Worship God!” That’s the dividing line. The moment our eyes leave Him and fall onto something else, even if it’s glorious, it’s idolatry in disguise.
Let’s talk about the kind of worship angels give. Because yes, they worship—but not the way we do. Isaiah 6 shows us the seraphim (שְׂרָפִים), fiery beings who cry out “Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh—holy, holy, holy is Adonai Tzva’ot!” They’re overwhelmed by His holiness. They cover their faces and feet with their wings—not because they’re ashamed, but because even they cannot bear the fullness of His glory.
But here’s the key: angels don’t know redemption. They don’t sing “Amazing Grace.” They’ve never been lost and then found. They worship from awe; we worship from intimacy. From being purchased. From having our names written in the Lamb’s Book of Life. That kind of worship comes from deep gratitude. From love. From rescue.
Paul knew this transformation better than anyone. The man who once hunted down believers became a broken, poured-out vessel for Messiah. He wrote in 1 Corinthians 2:14 that the natural mind can’t understand the things of the Spirit. They’re spiritually discerned. But once your eyes are opened, once the Spirit lives in you, you see what you couldn’t before, and worship bursts out of you.
Worship is costly. It’s not about what you feel. It’s about what you give. The woman with the alabaster jar didn’t care about opinions. She poured out everything she had at Yeshua’s feet (Luke 7:36–50). That’s what true worship looks like.
And it doesn’t get more personal than John Newton. A man who once trafficked in human souls, undone by the mercy of HaShem, wrote the words: “I once was lost, but now am found.” That’s not poetry, that’s a soul who saw the holiness of God and didn’t shrink back in terror, but came trembling and was received with grace. Angels can’t sing that song. Only the redeemed can.
And now, as we get closer to the end of the age, our lamps need to stay filled. We can’t afford to get distracted. Not by supernatural experiences. Not by mystical signs. Not even by the holy messengers themselves. The King is coming. And when He comes, He’s not looking for people who marveled at angels—He’s coming for those who worshiped the Lamb with oil in their lamps, and truth in their hearts.
So worship God. Not the signs. Not the wonders. Not the messengers. Just Him.
Because the angels? They’re already doing it. And they’ll be right there with us, when every knee bows, and every tongue confesses that Yeshua IS Adonai, to the glory of God the Father.
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Here’s a group of examples of Angels helping mankind that might really touch your heart. These are from recent years in Israel where lives were spared in truly miraculous ways:
In Ashdod, just last year (2024), a mother walking with her toddler suddenly felt something, or Someone, push her hard to the side. She didn’t know why until seconds later when a speeding delivery truck lost control and barreled through the exact spot she’d been standing. Witnesses said there was no time to react, it was as if she was supernaturally yanked away. The stroller tipped over, but the child was untouched. Both were completely unharmed.
In Jerusalem, a young soldier recounted how he tripped and fell flat on the pavement just as a vehicle sped through a red light, right where he had been walking. He said later that he hadn’t stumbled on anything at all, it felt like his legs just gave out. But if he hadn’t fallen, he would have been directly in the path of the car. Several people nearby said they saw “an unseen force” block the car from hitting him, almost as if something had slammed on invisible brakes. He walked away with only scraped palms and an overwhelmed heart.
And near the Golan Heights, an elderly couple was caught in the crosshairs of a surprise rocket attack. They were driving along a back road when sirens went off. The husband pulled over, but instead of getting out, they prayed, intensely, aloud, clinging to each other. A rocket landed just yards from the car, but instead of exploding, it lodged in soft soil and didn’t detonate. Sappers later said it was a fully live rocket and called it “an unexplained dud.” But the couple praised HaShem for what they simply called chesed Elokim, the mercy of God.
There are so many more. Israel has always been a land of miracles, but especially in times like these, people are seeing things that cannot be explained away by logic or “luck”. Whether it’s divine protection, angelic intervention, or HaShem’s hand directly, hearts are being stirred to recognize the One who saves again and again.
Sometimes we just need to slow down and think about how present Adonai really is. Not just in the big, history-shaking ways, but right here, right now. And if we’re really listening, really paying attention, sometimes we catch a glimpse of how His messengers are still at work. Not to be worshiped, but just as they always have been, doing exactly what He sends them to do. Like these stories. You tell me how else to explain them.
Then, I found these on the internet. Now, I know not to believe everything you see on the web, but these are truly witnessed and documented:
There was a woman in Texas, driving down Highway 6, and the next thing she knew, her car was flipped. Another man’s car was on fire. Witnesses said there was this strange, glowing light, people getting pulled from wreckage by something they couldn’t see, like invisible hands, surrounded by light. One woman even said she felt herself lifted out, not by a human. I just wonder… were those angels? Because she wasn’t alone. Neither was that man in the burning car.
Then there was Donnie McClurkin. You have probably heard his music and messages. He blacked out behind the wheel, and when he came to, he had crashed. But he wasn’t alone. Two people had followed his car, stopped traffic, pulled him out. Nobody knew who they were. He calls them angels, and honestly, when you hear how it happened, it’s hard to argue.
And what about that young girl in North Carolina? Sixteen years old, shaken from a crash and stuck on the highway, headlights flying by. A man appeared out of nowhere, called himself a pastor. He stood there in front of her car until help came, then disappeared before anyone could thank him. Just like that. Her family still says he had to be an angel, and I can’t help but think they may be right.
One man, out in Missouri, had a metal drive shaft come flying through his windshield. He should have been killed. But somehow, it curved. Missed him by inches. He said he felt like something had nudged it. A divine hand. And then, this gives me chills, he looked up and saw a V-shaped cloud right above him, like wings. You tell me.
And there’s this one that just gets to me every time. A man in South Carolina was working under his car when it dropped, trapped him, crushed him. He cried out to God. Not to an idol, not just a general “help”, he prayed straight to HaShem. Minutes later, a 9-year-old boy heard him. Nine. That little one ran over, picked up the jack, and raised the car, just enough for the man to breathe until help came. The man said, “I asked God to send me an angel, and He sent me a boy.” I think that’s beautiful. Because who says angels have to wear wings?
None of these people worshiped the angels. That’s not the point. These moments, these glimpses, they remind us that YHWH still sends His messengers. He still watches over His people. And He still answers when we cry out to Him.
So when someone says angels were just for Bible times? That goes against everything I know to be true. Because The God who sent them back then? He hasn’t changed one iota.
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