Several months ago I found myself doing what I do almost every night, well, every morning if you call “dark city” morning. I jump on my slow, but trusty bike and head off on a 10 mile trek.
On this particular morning I happened to stop at an intersection, preparing to cross a 4 lane highway, and looked to my right. And strangely enough for 4am, I could just make out the form of a fella walking towards me on the sidewalk; perhaps 50 feet away.
Well, not being overly concerned about the man walking in my direction, I glanced one more time to my left, and prepared to “high tail it” across the highway. Mind you, no more than 2 seconds had elapsed since I had noticed the guy walking towards me on the sidewalk, and as I began peddling, I glanced back to my right.
And where a moment before there was what appeared to be a six foot, 170 pound man,
… only thin air greeted my gaze.
And since I peddle this same route every day it’s a familiar environment for me,
… (and this is the “wild card,”)
I’m aware of a 6-8 foot high wall that runs along that sidewalk, and which borders a gated community. There had been absolutely nowhere for “my friend” to go. He certainly didn’t vault the wall in record time, and since there are plenty of street lights along that stretch of highway, I would have seen him had he walked across the street.
And oddly enough, a couple of weeks after this experience, two women died in a one car vehicular accident at this intersection. I have mused that perhaps the angel was about to receive them 'home,' and had been doing a "dry run."
However, in relation to yours truly, over the past year I have experienced a rather difficult season; something relating to rejection, and which kicked me in the figurative rear end. And as I reflect on it now, I think it was after this angelic visitation that the dark emotions with which I had contended began to lift.
I believe in angels, seen and unseen, and I’m thankful for their ministry to God’s people.
by William McDonald, PhD. Copyright pending
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