It was a clear Saturday, afternoon. My parents were out doing errands, and my sister was antsy about being on time for our high school Christian Club car wash event. She was the president without a driver’s license. But on her command to start marching, I had to follow. We packed our towels, bottled water, some change of clothes, and out the door we ventured. We decided to take the shortcut. It was a narrow path winding down the neighborhood. There was a peculiar house. It was unlike the others, because this one stood on grounds that were not leveled with the rest of the homes surrounding it, much like a ditch out of nowhere. My sister was set on starting business, and our hurried footsteps must have woken up the notorious beasts of the block. Here they came, two of them charging at the weak fence enclosing this ditch. One was determined enough. He simply climbed over it. I knew it would probably be the end of us.
Oh how I wanted to cry! This undomestic creature had us stiff as poles. He circled us, and we were trapped by the threats of his merciless growls! His eyes told me that if we made a run for it, he would in no time finish us. But he kept circling and anxiously growling and barking as if he was waiting for our big move. We kept still, back against back. While my sister uttered for help in a weak voice, I looked at the many windows and doors around us, hoping for anyone to come to our rescue. But not a soul came.
Then out of nowhere, an odd looking man with an odd looking walk took a turn onto what would have been the crime scene of manslaughter by dog attack. He was wearing a light blue shirt with hands both clasping the straps of his backpack. His gait at first was clearly lacking confidence, but it all changed like a hero transforming before us. Before we could even say anything to him, his hands immediately came off his straps and gestured us to go. We looked at him with grateful and equally apologetic eyes, as he did all he could to distract the beast. He told us not to look back. While we walked away slowly, trying not to turn our heads, my eyes welled up with tears, and in my shaken and terrified voice, I burst in contempt toward my sister for not having the patience for our parents to come home. It was the first time I saw a high school Christian Club president humble herself and apologize to her younger sister in tears. We hugged, wiped our faces, and this time walked side by side. Our rattled minds and bodies made it out onto the a main street. The sight of others walking by took my thoughts off of the danger that could have easily become gravely fatal. My sister however, couldn’t get past the idea that this odd looking man could have possibly been an angel.
Some people believe there are angels in human form, walking among us, guiding and protecting us. They just seem to come at the right time. Some believe it’s the simple act of sincere, unconditional love that create angels in people. Some believe we entertain them unknowingly. I like to believe there are plenty of them around, because by doing so, I become highly sensitive in the manner that God would want me to be. What I mean is, I become less sensitive toward myself and more sensitive toward others. I end up treating family, friends, and strangers the way they should be treated, with much love and respect, despite how difficult they may be at times. Picture them like tests God handed you. Whether or not I’ve entertained angels before, what matters most is, “Was God pleased with me?” I like to believe they do walk among us, because it makes life more interesting and exciting, and there’s definitely more to appreciate. Wouldn’t it be such an uplifting compliment if someone told you that they honestly believe you were their angel? You automatically have their love and respect. Entertaining angels shouldn’t be a priority, but rather something that should become habit as we grow more mature in Christ. Say, try entertaining a person you don’t normally like chatting with today. Sooner or later, at least one of you will have the attributes of an angel.
Hebrews 13:2 Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by doing so some people have entertained angels without knowing it.
By His Grace, Sheela