Angelic Prayer Time at Ala Moana

This is an excerpt from a posting I placed on our prayer team page last night. Keiger left just a few moments too soon. . .

Tonight we met to pray at Ala Moana. It was an incredible night.
There is so much I could say, but I will work to keep it at least
somewhat brief.

(I deleted a number of cool prayer encounters. They were powerful, but the rest of the story contains the strange.)

Keiger left, but Michelle, Malia, and I decided to walk around
Magic Island. We just weren't finished. We got a sense that
something might be happening at the very end of the island. The
picture was of a man on the rocks, so we headed that way to see what
might be there. We sat down to watch the powerful waves crash against
the wall and finally identified the man we felt we were supposed to be
praying for. He was sitting alone on the wall. Even from a distance,
his burden was pretty easy to see. We began to pray. The waves were
crashing so loudly that most of the time we could not even hear one
another, but we prayed together, just the same. At one point, I laid
back and rested my head on the ground and closed my eyes. When I
opened my eyes, I saw that the man was no longer alone. Someone was
standing behind him, bent over with his hand on the man's back. The
person was dressed in white. I asked the others, "Hey, do you guys
see two people over there now?" Malia and Michelle both answered in
the affirmative.

We all seemed to feel a release, as if our prayers for comfort had
been answered. As Michelle put it, "I felt like we were keeping guard
over him, but when his friend came, we no longer needed to." We
started to get up and noticed that he, too, was standing up. As he
turned to walk away, Michelle said something like, "We did just all
see someone, right?" At that moment it clicked for me that the man
was walking away alone. There was no one else there. The 2nd person
had literally disappeared.

I quickly rushed toward where he had been sitting to see if I could
find the other person. There was no one there. I had to know what
had just happened, so I caught up with the man and asked, "Have you
been alone the whole time?"

He answered, "Yes," but looked a bit troubled. "Why? Did you see
someone else with me? That can't be good."

I quickly assured him that I didn't think we saw anything bad.
"Whoever it was was dressed in white." I responded.

"White is good. My auntie said dark is bad," was his thoughtful
reply. "Maybe I really do have a guardian angel."

Bold Michelle took that opportunity to ask the man if we could pray a
blessing over him, and then she led us in that blessing. The man was
overcome and clearly moved by the experience. He repeatedly stated
his hope that we would meet again. Now that I think about it, we
could have invited him to church. The thought did not occur to me
then. I was too busy trying to come to terms with the fact that we
had all just seen an angel. Not in shadow, now on a camera, not in a
vision, but in a very concrete, compassionate form. Wow.