Jack’S Guardian Angels

By James M. Hilz

Did the ceremony take many hours?...Absolutely not for time does not exist in heaven.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 7, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452084473

James M. Hilz

James M. Hilz, a retired surgeon, is the author of three novels, “Beyond Expectancy,” “Pillars of Salt,” and “I Never Held You in My Arms” and two children's books, “Ms. Olive Owls School for Hooligan Cats” and “Jack's Guardian Angels.”

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© 2010 James M. Hilz. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 10/5/2010

ISBN: 978-1-4520-8447-3 (e)

ISBN: 978-1-4520-8446-6 (sc)

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This book is for to my grandsons,

Jack and Vincent

Beyond man, millions of creatures exist far more perfect than man. They are heavenly creatures…pure spirits. They are Angels.

St. Michael and the Angels

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Trumpets sounded, signaling that a portion of Heaven’s wall would soon fall away. Two charging, snow-white horses, a golden chariot, with its driver, Angel Ezakiel, exited the tranquility confines of Heaven: Destination Earth.

Near the outer limits of the earth’s atmosphere a white, fluffy cloud formed, providing docking space for the chariot and its driver, Ezekiel pulled back on the reins, as the horses whinnied and slowed. The chariot finally settled onto the white, fluffy surface of a cloud that slowly descended in the moonlit night. The chariot finally came to rest just above a tri-level house in southern Indiana.

The driver secured the reins, sprang to his feet, and stretched and unfurled his wings. He silently sailed down to the house, penetrating the roof and entering a bedroom. He scouted the room for a perch, finally settling on top of a flat-screen TV, where he quietly furled his wings and looked around.

Hovering over the