The story of how prayer brought miraculous salvation to an entire family.

In the modern world, the concept of family is gradually eroded. Young people are now in no hurry to start a serious relationship, lavish wedding ceremonies are considered something unusual, parent-child relationships are tense and go online. We are more comfortable communicating via satellite, even if we are in neighboring rooms. That's probably why. parable It will seem trivial and frivolous.



Editorial "Site" So I started to think a little bit about values that we think we're losing. The world has entered a metamorphosis, and no one knows what it will look like after these concussions. But a few decades ago, this parable would have excited most people. Will that happen now? Hardly.

Few people today connect family and faith in God. Bread separately, jam separately. For many people, this is still the basis and plan life. After all, we are not eternal, and everyone thinks in one way or another about how everything will be. The experience of our ancestors lives in us, perhaps we should not rush and so easily abandon it?



One angel gathered the evening prayers. He flew from house to house—somewhere he managed to harvest a good harvest, somewhere there was only one uninhibited prayer for “unhook off”—but always visited a family where the appeal to God was always warm and sincere. The family was small: father, mother and a boy of eight years. The angel would always visit them because he knew there was always something to take.



Their town stood in a lowland, and one day a terrible thing happened: the dam above the river suddenly began to collapse, water poured into the lowland. First flooded garages and cellars, then reached the first floors. The head of the family was the first to notice the muddy water, which rapidly began to flood the living room. He called his wife and son and together they moved to the attic and then to the roof.

Alas, the water kept coming. When she reached her waistband, dad told mom and son, "Stand on my shoulders, I'll hold you until the water goes away!" Mom picked up the boy and stood on her husband’s shoulders. A minute later, his head disappeared under water. Then she said, "Here, baby, stand on my shoulders and my father and I will hold you until the water goes away!" And she put the boy on her shoulders.”



Stand on my shoulders, I will hold you. “As soon as the boy straightened up, his mother hid under water, but continued to hold him firmly. But the water came anyway. Soon the boy plunged under the water, but continued to hold on to his mother. This story would have ended sadly had it not been for the angel who came to them for prayers. Flying over the water in the place where he had long known the house, suddenly noticed a child’s hand, which rose from the water.



He pulled her and pulled the boy upstairs. Then his mother showed up, who kept holding him tight. And at the end there was a father, swallowing water, but standing firmly on his feet to save loved ones. The angel carried them away from the flood, to a hill where the water could not reach. They were safe now. The angel did not take the prayer that evening, but he had the love of these three.

They were happy because they were able to escape. And all because we held on tight to each other. Yes, it's just a fairy tale, a parable, but isn't there some underlying truth to it? Let's imagine real life and this story. How often do we help each other, and how tightly do we hold each other when the murky waters of life suddenly begin to flood all around us?



A parable of love It’s not just about God, faith, or love. This is also about the willingness of the victim for the sake of their happiness and loved ones. If you think about them, there will be an angel who will bring them all up. Here is the text of a strong protective prayer, in case of hard times. Don't worry, it'll be fine!