What are we to make of the silence—or near silence—of these ministering, anonymous spirits? It serves. Indeed in the encounters of near accidents and flat tires (and I received many such accounts) we are aware that what makes the “angel” different is his dignity: he does not chat. It is as if human language takes too much energy.
In other encounters, however, you hear that angels do speak, briefly, and always in the native language of the person hearing it; and sometimes they laugh or smile or play, and sometimes they are heard to sing.
There is another compelling aspect to these stories. The angel comes, often in human form, does its work . . . and disappears.