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.
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
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