Mornings with Michael
Christmas and New Year celebrations spark memories of our childhood that are forever vaulted in our minds. I was remembering one Christmas in Alabama when I was chosen to be a Shepherd in the church pageant. My mother bought me a brown striped robe and the play director dressed me in a brown beard and wig, then covered my head with a towel to give me that shepherd look. Of course, she has a shepherd’s staff that extend three feet above my head. I was a good shepherd. My friend Gail was the angel with her long light brown hair and wings hanging from her shoulders. She was covered with a white robe and a halo above her head. It seemed to glow.
Angels have remained an important part of my memories, even as I approach the adult plateau. A few years back, a friend in a small West Virginia town told me that she was driving down the main street when suddenly a voice from nowhere screamed in her ear, “Stop!”. She was so startled that she slammed on the brakes. Within seconds, a city garbage truck came barreling from a side street and crossed the main thoroughfare in front of her. The runaways trucks brakes had given way and the driver could not stop it. If she had not stopped, it would have crushed her compact car and her too. Wow! Maybe the voice of an angel?
I met an elderly coal miner in Mingo County, West Virginia who told me about being two miles underground when out of nowhere a loud voice said, “Run away as fast as you can!”. He turned and began to walk briskly toward the mine’s opening. Within minutes, he heard the cracking roof of that mine give away and it shook the ground under his feet. Rock dust quickly covered him as he hurried out…he was safe. The voice of an angel?
Maybe you can remember your guardian angel whispering to you…or you just knew he was watching over you... Do you have an angel story? I would love to hear it.