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Angels Unaware


The Encamping Angel


I was cold.

I quietly grabbed my clothes and my purse in the dark room.

I glanced quickly at the man who lay sleeping

I crept out the door and quietly in the darkness stole down the stairs.

Fear, on the verge of panic was threatening to overtake me.


Trying to put some distance between myself and the man, I walked aimlessly through the streets.

There was no point in calling the police .

I had done that once before.

They had brought me to a woman's shelter next door to the man I was escaping from.

When I protested, they ignored me

With resignation I lay down in the corridor of his building like Ruth

Until he found me in the morning

However, he was not my redeemer


I had a glimpse of what sex trafficking was about

How could this happen?

I thought he was my friend.

Loneliness and desperation can lead a woman to a man like that.

However, I had learned a survival tool

RUN!


That night I passed a house under construction

I climbed through an open window to the basement

And found a clear space in the rubble

Like the child I was, in the exhaustion of a child,

I fell asleep.


"Miss!" I heard a voice softly say.

A man was peering at me through the basement window.

"You must get out of there. The police will arrest you!"

He held his hand out and I climbed wearily back through the window.

I was too exhausted to protest as he took my hands and led me

We climbed up the steps of a brownstone close by.

He led me to a small room.

A grand piano encompassed the room and only made way for a small couch along the wall

He led me to the couch and settled me down with a pillow and a blanket

For some reason I had no fear of this man

He was a shadowy figure in the night.


The man went over and sat at the piano and as I lay there he began to play

The room was filled with beautiful music

I had never heard such music

With the music, the room seemed to be filled with the scent of perfume

A fragrance that blended in with the music

I was enveloped with a blanket of love and peace

I fell asleep


In the morning light, I woke up with a start and looked around in wonder

The man was gone


Hastily, I gathered my purse and ran once again back into a world of danger


Was he an angel? J. Smith /excerpt from the book-Outside The Gate


"The angel of The Lord encamps round about those who fear Him and delivers them....Psalm 34:7



 

I have more questions than answers

I am just the story teller


 

Burning Hearts


A weary couple walked along the dusty road

Their voices were soft and full of sadness

They had seen hope die before them

Their eyes were blinded with grief

A man joined them on the road

A man that looked just like them

They did not know that this man was a shape changer

He had appeared as a wrestler to Jacob

A Pilgrim to Abraham

A soldier to Joshua

An angel in the coals


He condescends to the condition of his kids

For He is the Transformer,

For the broken ,

He became broken


He walked with them and shared with them the stories of the prophets

He became hope to the hopeless


As the couple comes to a separation on the road

They urge him to stay for dinner



So He stays


They gather around the table

He breaks the bread and blesses it

Suddenly everything makes sense

Their eyes are opened


Jesus is Here!


Then He vanishes and they look at each other in wonder.


"They asked each other, "Were our hearts not burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened up the Scriptures to us?" Luke 24:32



 

A lonesome Cowboy

Roy Overholt was born in 1924 and wrote the song The Lonesome Cowboy. He met many famous celebrities such as Hank Williams and Gene Audrey. He sang with the Grand River Boys on a radio station. He was living a rough life, but one day he thought he would like to write a song about Jesus. He opened up his bible and read the story in Mathew 26 and out of that reading came a song that actually led him to his own conversion. The song was being played and he was asked to sing it at a church . In that service he heard a message and he gave his heart to the One he had written about.


Ten Thousand Angels


They bound the hands of Jesus

They led Him thro the streets in shame

They spat upon the Savior so pure and free from sin

They said, "Crucify Him" He's to blame


He could have called ten thousand angels

To destroy the world and set Him free

He could have called ten thousand angels

But He died alone, for you and me.



 

"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers for some have welcomed angels unawares."

Hebrews 13:2

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