Then a spirit glided past my face, and the hair on my body bristled.
Now about the angels He says: “He makes His angels winds, His servants flames of fire.”
his face grew pale and his thoughts so alarmed him that his hips gave way and his knees knocked together.
But they were startled and frightened, thinking they had seen a spirit.
He makes the winds His messengers, flames of fire His servants.
Therefore my body is filled with anguish. Pain grips me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am bewildered to hear, I
Terror, pain, and anguish will seize them; they will writhe like a woman in labor. They will look at one another, their
When the disciples saw Him walking on the sea, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost!” they said, and cried out in fear.
Are not the angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?