I do not consider myself an expert on angels. I have never seen one in an angelic state. But one night when I was the associate Pastor for Dr. Charles Blair at Calvary Temple in Denver Colorado, I believe an angel crossed my path in a human form.
Amy Grant was performing that night at my church. I had a busy day preparing for the service. The concert was a sellout and our youth and singles groups were excited about having her perform at the church.
After opening the service, and introducing Amy, I went back stage and joined my wife. I was all excited, anticipating what Christ was going to do that evening as we had raised funds and gave away about 800 tickets to friends and family of church members that were lost. I was looking forward to seeing souls born in the Kingdom as I would share the gospel with the audience at the end of the concert.
My wife asked me if I had eaten anything that day, as I tend to get hyper when I don’t eat. I indicated that I had not eaten, so I decided to run over to Burger King and grab a quick bite to eat to calm my nerves. As I was sitting in my car, awaiting my food in the drive through, I saw a man looking through all the newspaper rack coin returns, searching for change. He then went to all the pay phones and did the same. He seemed like an elderly man, as he walked with a noticeable limp, steadying himself as he walked slowly with a cane.
I started toward the church, but my hunger overtook me and I pulled over halfway up the street to eat. I had pulled over to the curb and was eating my burger, when I saw him slowly walk by me on the sidewalk, headed up the street in a residential neighborhood. He had walked about 75 feet past my car when I felt conviction in my heart to give him some money. But all I had left in my wallet was a 20 dollar bill. Nevertheless, I got out of my car, and sprinted toward him, saying “Sir, Sir”. He stopped walking, and I caught up to him. As I got up to him he was standing there stoic. The street was dim, as the only lights were on the street corners at the end of the street. He was wearing a dark jacket, with a hood that covered all of his head and most of his face. He had a beard that would rival that of Santa Clause, and all I could make out of his face were these eyes that were warm and gentle.
I said “sir, I saw you looking for change back at the Burger King, and the Lord wants you to have this”. I reached out and handed him the $20 bill. He took it in his hand, grasping the end of it and without saying a word, or without showing any gesture of thankfulness toward me continued walking slowly up the street. I walked back toward the car, walking kind of sideways watching him walk with $20 bill still in his hand.
I was grumbling to myself about giving him the money as he had not shown any gratitude toward me, and was irritated about it. I was saying to myself, “I shouldn’t have given him the money, he didn’t even appreciate it”. I was watching him as he turned the corner about 50 feet away from me. Under the well lit street lamp, I could see the $20 bill fall from his fingertips and float toward the sidewalk. I immediately turned around, calling out to him and sprinted toward where I had seen him drop the bill. Before I could get there an elderly woman with a walker had turned the corner in the same spot where he had been and had seen the $20 dollar bill. By the time I reached her she had it in her hand. I immediately looked down the street where I had seen the man turn. I looked on both sides of the street. He was nowhere to be found. It had only been about 30 seconds since I had seen him drop the bill, and he was gone.
My attention turned to the elderly woman holding the $20 bill. I asked her,”Did you just pass a man walking with a cane?” She indicated to me that she had seen not seen him, and had passed no one since she left her apartment. I noticed she was weeping with joy. She told me that she couldn’t believe that she had found $20 dollars. She said she was on a fixed income and was behind in paying for the room she rented, and was going to be evicted the next day if she couldn’t pay the rent. She informed me she had been praying earnestly to God all week to provide the $20 dollars so she would have enough money to pay her rent, as she had nowhere or no one else to turn to.
Still trying to grasp what was happening I asked her again,”Are you sure you didn’t pass anyone?”No, she I have not seen anyone. She then tucked the money into her purse, closed it and headed on her way. I stood there speechless. As she continued walking down the street she was humming to herself joyfully some tune that I was not familiar with. I stood there under the street light dumbfounded looking up and down the street, wondering what had happened to the old man. He couldn’t have gone anywhere that fast, only a few seconds had passed. There was no way she would have not seen him, as she would have had to pass him, as only a few seconds had passed from the time he dropped the bill, until the time she picked it up.
I walked slowly toward the car trying to figure out what I had just experienced when the Lord quickened my spirit, Hebrews 13:2 came to my mind.
Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.
I thought to myself, could that be what just happened. There seemed to be no other explanation then, as there is no other explanation now. I was there, I saw what happened with my own eyes .I saw the blessing the woman received as her prayer was answered exactly in the way she had asked, and in the nick of time. God is faithful.
I was there in God’s timing and I truly believe that on a dimly lit street in Denver Colorado, standing on a sidewalk, with a cane in his hand, I encountered the supernatural, as I met an angel unaware.