How an angel caught me

I am writing you, my dear ones, one more testimony about my colorful life.

I was a student at the Bible School in Norway in the early 2000s. This school was actually located in the city of Tromsø in Northern Norway. The winters were very dark there, so there was a few hours of light a day. We were young and we were advised to go to sleep according to the clock, otherwise day and night could get confused. Because the day was more or less as dark as the night, except for those few daylight hours, but at the same time summers were the kind where the sun never disappeared.

One spring-summer, we went with our Bible School class to the top of a nearby mountain to see how the sun does not disappear, but goes a little closer to the horizon and rises again along its trajectory. It was a really exciting sight. The mountain itself was not very high. While hiking there, we were advised to definitely make an effort to reach the official peak and that it is not a good idea to stop halfway up the mountain. We reached the official peak. No additional equipment was needed there. Of course, you can’t say that this small hill wasn’t an effort because behind every hill on the horizon was the next one, although you hoped that maybe we were already there. But no.. We had to hike on. We reached the official peak and everything was great. The way the sun does not disappear behind the horizon I will remember for a lifetime, but when it began its rise again. It was as bright there at 01:00 at night as it was on a sunny afternoon.

It was nice to be there at the official top, but my Norwegian friends and I noticed that a little further away there were black cliffs and that this mountain was actually going higher. Let’s conquer this peak too! As obedient students, we asked the leader of the Bible School who was with us if the five of us could hike up to these black rocks. The leader agreed. We set off. Three young Norwegian men, one Norwegian woman and me.

The road ahead resembled a bit of extreme sports from time to time, because there were snowy clearings and in some places the road went at an angle of almost 90 degrees, but a brave Norwegian boy made a way for us with his hiking boots and we climbed up the ridge after him. It was exciting! We got up nicely to the foot of the black rocks. We were happy that we can’t get any higher here and we are right at the top.

The sun was shining, but the rain clouds were also approaching, and this muddy peak under the black rocks was not the widest. All kinds of disturbing thoughts came to mind, that if it starts raining now, it will be slippery here. We got up, but how to get down? It turned out that going down was not so easy. The boys started looking for a way and the sister and I prayed that we would find a way down and rebuked these rain clouds. The clouds dispersed and soon the boys found their way down. We began to move slowly, descending across the snowy fields.

At one point I slipped on a snowy ridge and fell between rocks that were hiding under the snow. We later learned that the head of the Bible School had received a revelation that someone was going to fall and was praying at that moment. Miraculously, when I flew into the rocks that were lurking under the snow, I flipped over in the air and only injured my side against a rock. One of the boys ran up to me and yelled to me and the other guys that everything is okay, he had seen a vision of an angel standing there in the hole and catching me in the air. Of course, my side was bleading. One of the boys was a local scout or something. In any case, he knew that snow had a pain-relieving effect. So I put a big snowball on my hip and we moved on. The snow really helped. Snowy glades alternated with snowless ones, but every time the snow started to melt and the pain got worse, a snowy glade came again and the boys brought me snow.

At one point, we reached a place where the leader of the Bible School could drive her car and pick us up. I was taken to a local doctor who did a few stitches and I still have a scar on the side that reminds me of that adventure.

With blessings

Joy Nurme.

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