Angels in a Tunnel
My wife and I met her
about 8 months ago in a southern rural church.
She and her husband were the members of the singing team at the
church. They were relatively new comers
and yet very dedicated to their faith.
And it all started as
my service stopped shortly before the end of last semester. I received an email saying how she had
appreciated my sermons while she laughed (with tears at times) and how the
worship services had helped her steadily growing. My wife told me who she might have been. It was a right-on guess.
And then, like a
sudden afternoon thunderstorm, she had to quit her job because of illness. We
kept in touch constantly and soon she retreated back to her childhood
home.
We went to visit her
and her parents a few times. The bus
ride was so unusual that even a bus driver missed the bus-stop one time. The other time, she insisted that she’d come
out and meet us by a tunnel near her home.
And then, there she
was, in that semi-dark tunnel, slowly walking toward us, smiling lightly…I
thought I saw an angel, no, two angels right there in that tunnel where the
motorbikes and cars and buses passing by above us.
She was like an
angel, smiling, and there was a light shadow kind of angel watching over her, also smiling. I still can see now: two angels in a tunnel,
like sisters, like siblings, like one set of the footprints in the sand while
one carries the other…
She was not
alone. She has never been alone.
No one will ever have
to be alone in the path of life…
