The book, An Angel Named Zabar by Bob Miller is a collection of short stories about a
guardian angel named Zabar. A celestial Batman if you will. While compassionate, it's not
healthy to come between Zabar and his work.
My Friend & Guardian Angel Zabar...
This is the first story in the series. It takes place on Brown's Mountain where Bob Miller
lived as a small boy with his parents. On a hiking trip to the Brown family's old abandon
homestead that was nothing more than a dilapidated house, a few orchard trees, and a
hand-dug well that lay dangerously open, Bob and Zabar met for the first time.
Windy Ridge...
"Mister, if you talked to someone standing knee-deep in wildflowers on that mountain this
morning, that person was an angel."
Yellow Cab...
"You’re telling me how to schedule my damn reservation. I can’t believe this." Dave’s
indignation trailed off into silence, but soon reasserted itself. "You know, pal, given
everything that’s happened since 9/11, I would think that all you camel jockeys would be
careful about how you talk to Americans."
The "camel jockey" looked neither impressed nor offended.
Waterloo…
“Pam, walk through this door with your head held high. I won’t go with you, but on the
other side of the door is the love of a mother and a family long distant. Go through that
door knowing that you are cherished by the King of Kings.”
Molino and Associates...
"Tony, did I say something wrong?"
"No sir, but I was under the impression that it would be just the three of us in here."
"Well, unless I have a ghost. . . ." Molino’s jaw dropped. A man wearing a light linen shirt
and pants, sandals and no socks, a man with well-manicured toenails, was standing at
the fireplace. He smiled at Molino – through Molino, it seemed – and looked perfectly at
home.
Trueque…
“All right, enough already, Mr. Elephant. We’ve gone over this a hundred times. Humans,
not the committee, named Old Fuzz Face the ‘King of the Beasts.’ No one here doubts
your ability to, as you so eloquently put it, 'jerk a knot in his tail,' but we’ll have to decide
what to do about naming a new ‘king’ some other time.” Owl clicked his beak wide and
spat out some eggshells. Then: “Should known better than to eat turtle eggs. Give me
indigestion every time.”
Pride of Ownership...
"Mr. Zabar," Kelly started, "I don’t know what to say. I feel empty, ashamed. I feel an
awful loss."
"Captain, you just witnessed a young man, of his own free will, choosing to accept the
One whose name only moments earlier he had taken in vain. He was faced with two
choices, and he chose the King of Kings."
Optimistic to a Fault…
Alone on the couch that she had picked out with Abraham, Betty wept and thought
disjointed thoughts governed by grief. She was pregnant. She was a widow. A pregnant
widow. Now what would she do?
"God," she sobbed to the empty room, "do you have any suggestions? Abraham? What
should I do?"
A Deer Named Titan...
"Do you enjoy killing, Scarpattie?" Zabar said. "Does it benefit anyone to take a life in this
way?"
Zabar stepped over to the all-terrain vehicle and stroked Titan's head. "Can you honestly
say that a picture of Titan – this animal full of life – would not have served your office wall
better than this lifeless head?"
Today and Beyond...
“The secrets of the rich and famous are not secrets. The question has never been, ‘Could
one become rich and famous?’ The question is, ‘Are you a wisher or a doer?" Zabar
added, “And as to the age old question, ‘Is there life after death?’ I am permitted only to
say that there are people not of this world. Only God knows if, when, and what form one
will take after earth.”
Even if you do not believe in angels, this book about an angel named Zabar will delight
you. There are a lot of twists and turns, and this unique angel named Zabar has found
favor with youths as well as seniors. There are many books about angels, but don't miss
this book about an angel named Zabar.
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guardian angel named Zabar. A celestial Batman if you will. While compassionate, it's not
healthy to come between Zabar and his work.
My Friend & Guardian Angel Zabar...
This is the first story in the series. It takes place on Brown's Mountain where Bob Miller
lived as a small boy with his parents. On a hiking trip to the Brown family's old abandon
homestead that was nothing more than a dilapidated house, a few orchard trees, and a
hand-dug well that lay dangerously open, Bob and Zabar met for the first time.
Windy Ridge...
"Mister, if you talked to someone standing knee-deep in wildflowers on that mountain this
morning, that person was an angel."
Yellow Cab...
"You’re telling me how to schedule my damn reservation. I can’t believe this." Dave’s
indignation trailed off into silence, but soon reasserted itself. "You know, pal, given
everything that’s happened since 9/11, I would think that all you camel jockeys would be
careful about how you talk to Americans."
The "camel jockey" looked neither impressed nor offended.
Waterloo…
“Pam, walk through this door with your head held high. I won’t go with you, but on the
other side of the door is the love of a mother and a family long distant. Go through that
door knowing that you are cherished by the King of Kings.”
Molino and Associates...
"Tony, did I say something wrong?"
"No sir, but I was under the impression that it would be just the three of us in here."
"Well, unless I have a ghost. . . ." Molino’s jaw dropped. A man wearing a light linen shirt
and pants, sandals and no socks, a man with well-manicured toenails, was standing at
the fireplace. He smiled at Molino – through Molino, it seemed – and looked perfectly at
home.
Trueque…
“All right, enough already, Mr. Elephant. We’ve gone over this a hundred times. Humans,
not the committee, named Old Fuzz Face the ‘King of the Beasts.’ No one here doubts
your ability to, as you so eloquently put it, 'jerk a knot in his tail,' but we’ll have to decide
what to do about naming a new ‘king’ some other time.” Owl clicked his beak wide and
spat out some eggshells. Then: “Should known better than to eat turtle eggs. Give me
indigestion every time.”
Pride of Ownership...
"Mr. Zabar," Kelly started, "I don’t know what to say. I feel empty, ashamed. I feel an
awful loss."
"Captain, you just witnessed a young man, of his own free will, choosing to accept the
One whose name only moments earlier he had taken in vain. He was faced with two
choices, and he chose the King of Kings."
Optimistic to a Fault…
Alone on the couch that she had picked out with Abraham, Betty wept and thought
disjointed thoughts governed by grief. She was pregnant. She was a widow. A pregnant
widow. Now what would she do?
"God," she sobbed to the empty room, "do you have any suggestions? Abraham? What
should I do?"
A Deer Named Titan...
"Do you enjoy killing, Scarpattie?" Zabar said. "Does it benefit anyone to take a life in this
way?"
Zabar stepped over to the all-terrain vehicle and stroked Titan's head. "Can you honestly
say that a picture of Titan – this animal full of life – would not have served your office wall
better than this lifeless head?"
Today and Beyond...
“The secrets of the rich and famous are not secrets. The question has never been, ‘Could
one become rich and famous?’ The question is, ‘Are you a wisher or a doer?" Zabar
added, “And as to the age old question, ‘Is there life after death?’ I am permitted only to
say that there are people not of this world. Only God knows if, when, and what form one
will take after earth.”
Even if you do not believe in angels, this book about an angel named Zabar will delight
you. There are a lot of twists and turns, and this unique angel named Zabar has found
favor with youths as well as seniors. There are many books about angels, but don't miss
this book about an angel named Zabar.
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| An Angel Named Zabar - A Spiritual book by Bob Miller |
From Wheatmark books: An Angel Named Zabar by Bob Miller is a
spiritual book that's an inspirational and fun read.. It's the
perfect book to throw in your overnight case when traveling, for
that rainy evening, or sleepless night. You will watch and listen
as guardian angel Zabar confronts people from all walks of life,
who for whatever reason have earned his attention and services.
It is not the intended purpose of this writing to exalt or criticize
An Angel Named Zabar by Bob Miller. While it’s apparent that Mr.
Miller is not as enthusiastic about extensive research as Samuel
Langhorne Clemens was nor does he burn the candle at both
ends in search of humor as Will Rogers did, his choice of words
are a unique blend of these two icons' style. If you are looking for
a book that's a quick, interesting read, this little book about a
very unique angel named Zabar is it.
spiritual book that's an inspirational and fun read.. It's the
perfect book to throw in your overnight case when traveling, for
that rainy evening, or sleepless night. You will watch and listen
as guardian angel Zabar confronts people from all walks of life,
who for whatever reason have earned his attention and services.
It is not the intended purpose of this writing to exalt or criticize
An Angel Named Zabar by Bob Miller. While it’s apparent that Mr.
Miller is not as enthusiastic about extensive research as Samuel
Langhorne Clemens was nor does he burn the candle at both
ends in search of humor as Will Rogers did, his choice of words
are a unique blend of these two icons' style. If you are looking for
a book that's a quick, interesting read, this little book about a
very unique angel named Zabar is it.
Hello! I'm Bob Miller. I'm the author of An Angel Named Zabar book. It's a spiritual book.
Hardly a day goes by that someone doesn’t write to say that they do not believe in angels.
Why they go to this trouble beats me. I don’t ask people to believe in angels or anything
else. I have simply recorded my travels with my friend and guardian angel, Zabar. For what
it’s worth, angels are mentioned the in the books of the Old and New Testaments 299
times in 280 verses. So I can only assume that those who don’t believe in angels don’t
believe the Bible either; and that, too, is okay with me. I will admit that I find people
somewhat amusing who tell me in one breath that they’re unhappy, broke, and their lives
aren’t worth living, and then turn around and make fun of my beliefs and lifestyle.
Hardly a day goes by that someone doesn’t write to say that they do not believe in angels.
Why they go to this trouble beats me. I don’t ask people to believe in angels or anything
else. I have simply recorded my travels with my friend and guardian angel, Zabar. For what
it’s worth, angels are mentioned the in the books of the Old and New Testaments 299
times in 280 verses. So I can only assume that those who don’t believe in angels don’t
believe the Bible either; and that, too, is okay with me. I will admit that I find people
somewhat amusing who tell me in one breath that they’re unhappy, broke, and their lives
aren’t worth living, and then turn around and make fun of my beliefs and lifestyle.
An Angel Named Zabar
A unique book by controversial author Bob Miller
A unique book by controversial author Bob Miller
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