“The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.” (Psalm 34:7)
Could I have had an encounter with an angel? I often think of my experience, especially at Christmas time…
On December 14, 1976, my husband, Ralph, died after by-pass surgery in Memphis, Tennessee. After making arrangements for his body to be shipped to Flint, Michigan, I returned to our Southeast Missouri home to pick up my youngest son, Gary, and begin the journey to Flint, where my older children lived.
We took a small plane from Poplar Bluff, Missouri to St. Louis, where we changed planes and flew to Chicago. Upon arriving at O’Hare, I was told that Gary and I would have to be on stand-by, possibly until the next day because the terminal was crowded with service people going home for Christmas. I turned from the counter with tears in my eyes and prayed, “Jesus, take us home.”
A clean cut looking young man spoke to me and said, “Ma’am, Can I help you?”
I said, “I’m trying to get home to my other children in Flint to make funeral arrangements for my husband.”
He said, “Follow me.”
I did so. He took us to a gate. The area was packed. I didn’t hear what he said, but the crowd parted and we walked through to a plane warming up in preparation for taking off. He led us up the stairs, knocked at the door, and when it was opened, told the stewardess to give us first class treatment all the way to Flint. As Gary and I entered, I turned to thank the young man… He was gone.
Story as relayed to me several years ago by a member of a church in Detroit.