No Ordinary World


Do you believe that life is a three-legged stool comprised of body, mind and spirit? Or do you think the spiritual world is the stuff of imagination and fairytale? Even the biggest sceptics amongst us have probably had an experience where we thought of someone just before they called, or felt nudged to contact a loved one who later turned out to be in need. Regardless of how skeptical we may be there is no doubt that we live in an extraordinary world. Perhaps it’s time to tune in.

Entertaining Angels Unawares

In the summer of 1998 I went to the States to visit my grandmother who was dying of lung cancer. It was a particularly gruelling trip for me and by the time I returned to the UK I was physically, emotionally and spiritually spent. Coming back from the airport the train deposited me in the centre platform of my local station. A large suitcase by my side and a steep flight of stairs in front of me, I stopped to adjust my bags before beginning the ascent.

Out of nowhere a man who could easily have been seven feet tall walked up beside me, picked up my luggage, and strode up the stairs, two at a time. He didn’t ask which way I wanted to go at the top. He went right, to the taxi rank, and not left to the car park. I raced up the stairs behind him, hardly able to keep pace.

When I reached the bottom I look down at the case and up at the man to thank him and he had disappeared. There was nowhere for him to have gone. I said thank you to thin air. I made the excuse that I was tired and probably seeing things. I brushed the incident to the back of my mind and continued through to the front of the station.

Once there, I was greeted by a friend. Without a word he started to load my luggage into his car. I asked him what he was doing there and he told me that he had been shopping in the high street when God told him to come to the station. There he was offering me a lift home. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Talk about feeling carried!

I used to be a skeptic. Now, if someone were to ask me if I believe in angels, I would say I have seen one. No, he didn’t have feathers. That would have looked rather odd in the middle of suburban England. But he was very tall, he seemed to know precisely what I needed, and he disappeared into thin air.

What stories do you have of entertaining angels unawares? What experiences have you had that show this is no ordinary world?

If you enjoyed this article, you might also enjoy Who Do I Think I Am? Reflections of an Armchair Genealogist. 

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