Movies about angels, surfacing over the past few years, have not come as a surprise to us. Our family has believed in angels since one early morning in 1980.
It was six a.m. when our home phone rang. I was taking the dishes out of the dishwasher before waking the kids for school.
Duane had left for work 30 minutes earlier. This was to have been the most productive time of my day. I looked forward to this one hour of quiet, uninterrupted time to get the house in order, make lunches and have my coffee before all bedlam erupted with three small kids’ routine on a school morning.
“Who could possibly be calling this early?” I wondered, as I picked up on the third ring. “Kathleen, there has been a bad accident.” Duane’s voice was almost unrecognizable. We had been married ten years. Yet, I almost didn’t distinguish the low, raspy voice. “Duane? Are you okay?” I questioned.
He responded, “I think I’ve just killed a woman.” My knees gave out and I collapsed in a pile of shaking limbs on the floor. “Where are you?”
He mumbled something about an intersection and police just getting there. I told him I’d be right there too.
The next few minutes were a blur, with a strange sensation of being in slow motion. My first phone call was to my mom. She was my prayer warrior. The next was to a neighbor who immediately came over to watch the kids. I dressed and jumped in my car, praying aloud for my husband during the entire drive to the address he had named.
I arrived at the accident to find police cars, a fire engine, and coroner’s truck ALREADY at the scene. Duane was sitting on a curb answering some questions. I walked up and sat next to him. When the officer left, we held each other for what seemed an eternity.
It was then he told me about the angels.
The day had begun like any other morning. He had been driving north, on Brookhurst street, headed to work. There was no traffic at 5:45 that morning. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman push a shopping cart off the curb into his slow lane of traffic – right in front of his pick-up. It happened so quickly. The collision was unavoidable.
Duane’s truck hit her going less than 40 mph. She flipped over the cab in an instant. He skidded to a stop, as did a car behind him.
A brown Cadillac, Duane hadn’t noticed before, was right behind him. A very observant driver, my husband had not seen another car behind him before that very second.
A man and woman, emerged from the car, walked to his side and told him, “There was nothing you could have done to prevent this.” The kind man put a tarp over the dead woman’s body and a blanket of some sort around Duane’s shoulders as they sat with him on the curb waiting for the police. Duane walked up a driveway to a house to call me. (This was before we owned a cell phone.) The couple stayed right with Duane, talking to him, comforting him, assuring him it wasn’t his fault, until the police arrived.
Then, they were gone. Their car had also disappeared – as had the blanket.
No one could find them and no one remembered seeing them except Duane.
The police did not hold Duane responsible for the accident. He had been going slower than the speed limit. It was determined the homeless woman had a death wish and knew exactly when to push into the street.
The trauma of such a horrible event could have destroyed my husband that morning. It took a long time for him to forgive himself. However, he kept telling me – because, the couple had repeatedly explained the accident to him – knowing it wasn’t his fault, made it bearable.
This is how God works in our lives all the time. Some times, He even uses angels.
The two people had been with Duane, from the moment of the accident, until I arrived. We know they must have been angels. The report in the paper said nothing of any other witnesses to the accident. No residents, on the street, saw them. No one ever came forward answering Duane’s plea, on the internet, for the people who had stopped to help.
There was no proof anyone besides Duane had been there that morning.
God promises angels to His children! We just don’t often get a chance to actually meet them!
A favorite book explaining the reality of angels today is “Angels”, Ringing assurance that we are not alone, by Billy Graham!
In Hebrews 13, we read, “Stay on good terms with each other, held together by love. Be ready with a meal or a bed when it’s needed. Why, some have extended hospitality to angels without ever knowing it!”
In Psalm 91, we read, “Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night, not flying arrows in the day, Yes, because God’s your refuge, the High God your very own home, Evil can’t get close to you, harm can’t get through the door. He ordered his angels to guard you wherever you go. If you stumble, they’ll catch you; their job is to keep you from falling. (The Message)
I am certain, over the years, our family has kept our guardian angels pretty busy!
Thank you, Lord, for the angels that morning.