Thursday, December 10, 2009

For Some Have Entertained Angels Unawares

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5 pm, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking
traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It
wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking
out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice
and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.

When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that
she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark
circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I
picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the
ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car
seat) , and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept
saying 'I don't want my kids to see me crying!,' so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that
things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?'
That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy
person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.'

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she
could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the
next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for
more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who
attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend
left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she
wouldn't have the money to pay rent Jan.1, and finally, in desperation, had
called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They
lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get
on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were
going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for
safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So, are you like an angel or something?'

This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time of year angels
are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.'

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of
course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of
their wings...

'He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.' Psalm 91:4

'For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all they ways.' Psalm 91:11

...written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician.

'Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee: he
shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.'.....Psalm 55:22



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