A Witness of Him

I am actually excited to tell this story, let’s call it: “The Angel Gabriel And a Women’s Pants Suit.”

The event I will be sharing took place some 6 months into angels having begun coming to teach in my home. In another post I will go back to the chronological beginning and paint a clearer picture of all that has taken place. My purpose in sharing these experiences is to normalize biblical events so that all may know to continue expecting them, and have the faith necessary to participate in them. For that purpose, this is the best place to begin.

Every so often the topic comes up regarding women wearing pants to church. I try not to have an opinion on non-doctrinal topics, and especially topics that are more cultural/Traditional and have no effect on salvation (which I believe this is a cultural topic). However, I have wanted to reply to comments I see regarding this topic with this story I am about to tell you. Last week a gentlemen made a post quoting his wife saying something to the effect of, “Can heaven really be heaven if the women have to always wear dresses.” This comment (along with an unrelated event) served to be the catalyst to get me to take the time to sit and begin to write. So thank you, stranger on the internet, for a bit of inspiration you sent my way.

In the Spring of 2022 I was up late with my then 14 year old son. The rest of the household had long ago gone to sleep. We were having a conversation about gospel topics and how they related to things we had begun learning in our home. In particular he was speaking about how his life was and would be impacted. About an hour into our conversation, light filled our little family room (separate from the lightbulbs that were already on). I was on one side of the L-shaped couch, kiddy-corner my son who sat on the other. In between us was a large ottoman. When the light appeared I looked up and saw standing before me (in the air just above the ottoman) a man in a white robe. He had hair about down to his shoulders, and was wearing a gold crown that went across his forehead and around his head – kind of like a simple bracelet. His hair appeared light brown (but it’s possible the lightness was due to his own radiance). He was looking at my son and announced himself as, “Gabriel”. My son immediately asked to shake his hand (D&C 129), he reached his hand up from where he was seated and they shook. Following that, Gabriel told us why Father had sent him:

He had come with commands specific to my son. Nothing earth shattering, if your curiosity is peaked – think of it as an answer to prayers such as we all receive, applicable only to my son’s life. He repeated what he had come to say at least twice, had my son repeat it, and then he left us. I don’t remember exactly how many times he repeated his instructions because I was more focused on the woman standing behind him.

She had appeared when he had appeared. She was oriental, holding what appeared to be a clip-board, and she was taking notes. She was equally as white as Gabriel (she was clothed head to toe in white), equally as radiant. She had long jet black hair. She was not, however, in a robe nor wearing a crown. She was in a white pant suit. I would say it was satin, but, again – radiance. Everything shown. I was fascinated by her. Do all angels bring note takers? Not in my experience up to that point but, this was new. Why notes by hand? Where is technology at in heaven? These were literally the thoughts I was having. Because I’m human and this was a real experience taking place in a modern world. Sacred, but still real and involving me with all my mediocre thoughts. But what I really got stuck on was (maybe you’ve guessed it): pants.

This many months into these sacred experiences my son and I knew to begin our conversations with a prayer for the influence of the Holy Ghost and that Father’s will be discussed. By this time I had been in the presence of not only angels sent from God the Father, but also those who left heaven with Lucifer – and I was also in the habit of praying after the experience. My specific questions always changed, but I was generally seeking for explanation from Father – because only His angels come with His clarity of mind, His peace, and His wisdom. This night I fell to my knees, turned toward my couch, and prayed,

“Father, was she really wearing a pants suit?”

My excuse for my existence throughout the telling of this story will often be, “I’m human.” Please forgive me in advance.

I am not telling this story to take a side in the unending debate of women in pants. It’s one of those topics that probably really doesn’t matter unless it influences our feelings negatively in any way (feelings are important guys, don’t let the bad guys in). We don’t need to carry negative emotions over things that are ultimately so silly, and we especially don’t need to have such a strong opinion that we could affect another’s feelings negatively (let’s use our free agency to lift and unite, always). Heavenly Father probably loves everyone on both sides of the argument, equally. (I say “probably” but that’s the answer, He does – He loves us equally.) I’m guessing though that the argument itself is probably not loved. Maybe we can work on filling ourselves more with Father’s love, and letting arguments and opinions go that take from that feeling. Maybe we can share opinions only if it can be done while feeling the love He has for all men.

This is my witness and it is true.

Until next time,

Jennica

P.S. To the lady who is afraid heaven requires females be effectively imprisoned in one particular garment, I would just like to point out that there were two angels this evening (one male, one female) one wore a garment that most resembled that of a dress, and it wasn’t the female. It is my opinion (which is not doctrinal, I lack the authority to clarify or expound on doctrine), but based on this experience it is my opinion that no such punishment (or reward) will be forced on either gender.