The Mysterious Stranger
In Pakistan, after I had carelessly encountered a snake charmer's black cobra face to face with my camera and prayed to escape with my life, I stood up, safe. At that moment, a handsome Pakistani in his thirties stepped forward and spoke to me.
"Are you married, Sahib?"
"Am I married? No!"
I wondered what he wanted.
"Do you have a photograph of your lady friend, right now?" he asked. So I reluctantly pulled out a wallet portrait.
"This girl is not the girl you will marry!" he stated.
"No, the girl you will marry has brown hair like this one, but she is taller. In fact, you have already met her. Where does this one live?"
"On Long Island, New York," I said.
"The girl you will marry does not live there," he said. "She lives up, further north."
"My parents live in Maine." I tested him by giving leading information.
"No, she is not from Maine," he said. "Where have you just come from?"
"Upstate New York."
"Yes!" he said, "she is there.
“You have already seen her. She lives there, way up, in Upstate New York, farther north. That is the woman you will marry, but not this one, Sahib.” I offered rupees to test him.
“No Sahib! Not rupees. I just wanted you to know."
I had no idea who this man was, or whether I should consider anything he said. He did not seem ominous.
I looked down at the snake charmer and raised my head again to look at the stranger. He wasn't there! He had vanished!
A year later, I met the girl he described in the place he foretold. He spoke a true word. She would, indeed, become my wife. But that's another story.
Angel in the Office
I temporarily worked in a quasi-government office where two employees for a whole year expressed a continual agenda toward me. To this day, I still have no idea as to why. I realized the problem was theirs, not mine.
They slandered me to the program's officers, but being a new employee I was never consulted by those in authority. For the final month, the atmosphere became very heavy. I surrendered myself to the hands of God whom I serve. Still I was not consulted. I prayed and waited.
One afternoon, while sitting at my desk, I could feel a presence. Suddenly, there was a flash of bright light in which stood an angel about nine feet tall. He spoke.
“Abba, Daddy God, wants you to know He is with you.”
And the angel vanished, leaving me with faith in his heavenly assurance. I was dismissed from the office to do other things for God. But not before I called for a state appeal, which exonerated me as being dismissed without just cause.
Angels in the Thunderstorm
Writing one of my articles for God, I heard a noisy thunderstorm approaching from the west. Out my window facing, I could see the dark black clouds approaching. Suddenly, as I typed on my computer, I felt the presence of two angels behind my left shoulder. One leaned toward my ear.
“Satan doesn't like what you are doing. He is bringing that thunderstorm upon you,” said one.
“He plans to throw a thunder bolt at you,” said the other.
I immediately thought of Jesus at rest in the boat during the storm on the Sea of Galilee.
But He said to them, "Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?" (Mark 4:40 NKJV).
I am going to keep on writing my article, I thought. In a direct hit, the thunder bolt like a bomb blast shook my house and somewhat stunned me.
Our phone lines and some equipment needed to be replaced. However, my wife felt it was time to switch to wireless, and so we upgraded to fast data service. The new equipment turned out to be a wonderful blessing in writing for God. Satan, you know, always overplays his hand.
Yes, the angels are with us.
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