I am not really into the supernatural. Ghosts, spirits, angels, and the walking dead—none of these things do it for me. I have the mind of a data scientist. I like facts and figures, hard numbers and quantifiables. I, like Doubting Thomas, need to see and touch and hear and smell and taste to believe.
I recently spent Easter Weekend with my family in New York. I had intended to spread the 700-mile, round-trip, car ride up over three days. But when my Tuesday afternoon lunch appointment in Philly got cancelled, I decided to shrink it down to two days of hard driving. That way, I’d only have to stay overnight once. I wanted to be home in my own bed more than I wanted to have an extra day to complete the long drive.
Driving south on I-95 on the evening after Easter was a bit of a challenge. There was lots of traffic, and I passed several accidents that created even more traffic. There also happened to be a shooting at the US Capitol Building and a fence jumper at The White House that same afternoon. I knew getting back into DC would be more challenging than normal.
I approached Baltimore around 6:30pm. According to my navigation system, it would take another hour and 15 minutes to complete the 40-mile journey into DC. I decided it made more sense to pull over and grab a quick bite to eat with those 30 minutes, while the traffic dispersed. Then, I could continue the journey to my new church’s monthly prayer night in the usual 45 minutes it would take. After seeing my ailing godmother, I desperately needed the fellowship and encouragement.
I met my angel, Faye, at the On the Border off I-95 South in Howard County, MD. She was very friendly from the moment I sat next to her at the bar. We started talking about her kids’ high school and college graduations this year. For some reason, I also opened up about some of my struggles—relationship challenges, primarily.
As we kept talking, I knew I was going to be late for prayer night. But I made the decision to embrace this chance encounter with someone who shared my faith in God, who had experienced some of my same struggles, and who was able to give me some much-needed advice. I thought my encouragement would come from going to prayer night. God had a different plan in mind.
I truly believe Faye was an angel sent to encourage me Monday evening. I didn’t see any wings and don’t think she flew back to heaven after our conversation. But she was an agent of God. She allowed Him to speak words of strength, encouragement, wisdom and love to a perfect stranger—a Black, female stranger at that. Anyone who does God’s work is an angel in my eyes.
God, thanks for sending my angel. Faye did a great job… and it was so encouraging to see you answering my prayers on the very same day they were uttered. You work so quickly and perfectly.
Who has been an angel in your life lately—sent to bring you positive energy? Who has listened to you cry, or brought you an unexpected gift? Who called at just the right time, or was willing to go run that special errand with you? Who takes care of you when you’re feeling down or low or sick or weary? Who has been one of your angels? Have you reached out to thank that person?
Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering. (Hebrews 13:2-3)
Crystal Moore began her wellness quest in 2003 after being diagnosed with lupus. Her quest has led her to embrace yoga, faith, exercise, healthy eating, and relationships. Share her journey.