A Note from Karen Kingsbury

People ask why I chose to write about angels, why I was drawn to the light side of the supernatural. The easy answer is this: It’s in the Bible. In Hebrews 13 we are advised to entertain strangers, because in doing so some of us have entertained angels without knowing it.

But there is another reason I wrote my Angels Walking series.

It happened in 2007 on a hot, summer afternoon, when my father suffered a massive heart attack. One minute he was talking with my mom, and the next he was out. Laid back in his recliner like he’d fallen into a deep sleep.

My nephew Andrew was thirteen at the time. He called 911 and an operator talked him through giving my father CPR for the next fourteen minutes. By the time paramedics arrived, my dad was blue and unresponsive. Andrew ran into the next room and started sobbing. He thought he’d done something wrong.

The house was chaotic, the paramedics working feverishly on my dad. Suddenly a police officer rushed into the house and pulled my mother aside. “Do you believe in Jesus?” he asked.

“Yes!” she cried. “We’re believers.”

With a peace-filled intensity, the man looked straight into my mom’s eyes. “We’re going to pray that the power that raised Lazarus from the dead breathes life into your husband right now.” He pointed back to where young Andrew was still crying. “Otherwise that boy will spend the rest of his life thinking this was his fault.”

The very second the officer said, “Amen,” from the other room the head paramedic yelled, “We have a heartbeat!”

My dad lived another six weeks. We laughed and talked and remembered every wonderful moment. We prayed every possible prayer. When he died, our family was at peace. Later my mom tried to find the officer who randomly came into the house to pray with her that day. She called the police station.
No one had ever heard of the man.

We came to believe that the officer was an angel, sent in response to prayers being cried out from Atlanta to Los Angeles. An angel maybe on an Angels Walking mission. Now you know why I wrote this series, and why I can’t wait for you to read the final installment: Brush of Wings.