Grateful for God’s Angels Along the Way

By Tom Gilson Published on January 4, 2018

My wife and I were heading home to Ohio on Monday, following a family visit in east central Michigan. It was New Year’s Day, as you recall.

Like most of the rest of the country, Michigan was cold: The wind chill was 8° below zero. We were a hundred miles from anyone we knew, not far from Brighton, Michigan. Suddenly, with an ominous clunking noise, our Chevy Equinox slowed to 25 mph. A message on the dashboard warned us, “Engine Power Reduced” — as if we hadn’t noticed.

Sara was at the wheel. The engine kept running, but not so you could hear it. What we heard instead was the unique groaning sound that extremely cold snow makes when you drive on it, since she’d guided the car over to the unplowed shoulder of the expressway. I quickly started researching options on my cell phone. I got nowhere. The internet connection there was pokey as could be. And honestly, we knew there wouldn’t be any repair shops open on New Year’s Day anyway.

All Options Closed: What Do You Do?

But I’d noticed a sign for a Michigan State Police post at the next exit, so we rolled on in that direction. The car barely made it up the overpass, but we got there — and were thoroughly dismayed to find the police station was closed, too.

We made phone calls. Nowhere again.

What do you do when that happens? We weren’t about to walk anywhere. It was too darn cold out, and I was on crutches, recovering from a broken foot. And there wasn’t anyplace nearby to walk to anyway.

So what do you do? We prayed.

So again, what do you do? We prayed. We prayed the only prayer I knew to pray in a situation like that, in a lonely parking lot outside a locked police station. “God, would you please send us an angel?”

God Sends An Angel

And about a minute later, a police officer rolled in. What do angels look like? This one was wearing a badge and a name tag reading “Jim.” Jim let us in to the warmth of the station, meeting our first desperate need. But that wasn’t all. He spent most of an hour with us researching tow trucks, Uber, taxis and repair shops. He wasn’t allowed to transport us himself.

What Jim, Sara and I found out, unfortunately, was that Brighton really closes down for New Year’s Day. Maybe it was because we were just north of Ann Arbor, and the Outback Bowl featuring Michigan’s football team was just about to get underway. Jim even had access to taxi companies’ back lines, and still no one answered.

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So we prayed again. And we decided to try driving our car to the Courtyard Marriott, the nearest available hotel, 3 1/2 miles away. To our great surprise, it started and ran, sounding and acting nearly normal. Jim followed us there in his patrol car, ready to turn on his lights if we hit a slowdown or a complete breakdown. We arrived safe. I told him how thankful we were for his help. “It’s no big deal,” he said. “It was a big deal to us,” I answered.

Angels — Messengers from God —  Can Be Human, Too

What do angels look like? The word for “angel” in the Bible is the same as the word for “messenger.” Some of God’s messengers may be as human as you or me. I have no illusion that Jim was a literal celestial angel. Still, Sara and I are quite sure God sent him as an answer to prayer.

The same goes for the friendly people at the Buick dealership, who took our car in just as soon as they opened on Tuesday morning, who adjusted their work schedule to get us back on the road as quick as possible. It goes for Dean, the extremely encouraging fellow Christian running the dealership’s shuttle van, who transported us back to our hotel while they were working on the car, and who picked us up again when the repair was done, just a couple hours later.

It goes for the hotel staff, who went out of their way to make our unwanted, unexpected stay there as pleasant as possible. It goes for the one friend we got in touch with through Facebook, who knew the area well enough to put us in touch with someone else nearby, who put us in touch with the Buick dealer.

And who knows what literal angels were guarding us while we were driving so slowly along the edge of the expressway?

We were back on the road by 1 p.m. Tuesday afternoon, and made it home to southwest Ohio in time for dinner. We were tired, for sure, but very grateful. Considering the weather and the kind of breakdown we’d had, we knew it could have gone much worse than it had.

God Shows Himself Faithful

We’ve seen God at work, time and time again. We know that He cares. We know He stands ready to answer prayer.

Nothing about our experience was provably “supernatural.” Jim’s arrival could have been a coincidence. The Buick dealer might have a standing policy of giving precedence to our kind of emergency. The staff at the Courtyard might always be that friendly.

But Sara and I didn’t need “proof” to know it was God who carried us through that hard time. We knew enough already to be confident of that. We’ve seen God at work, time and time again. We know that He cares. We know He stands ready to answer prayer. Sometimes I think He even lets us experience hard times, just so He can show us He’s there when we need Him most.

We’re both grateful to be home. We’re especially grateful that we know who to be grateful to: Jim the state policeman, the Courtyard Marriott, the people at Buick, the friends who gave us local advice — but most of all God, who showed Himself faithful again.

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  • lighthouseseeker

    I’ve never prayed for angels, as I recall, but have certainly rejoiced in the provision of God in many circumstances when far from home and needing help. My husband and I started out from Mazatlan, Sinaloa, MX to cross the Sea of Cortez, a 50 hour passage, wind or diesel powered. We had calm seas so motored most of the way over, the wind picked up overnight, so put up the sails, turned the engine off. Now we were close to an island guarding the entrance to La Paz, Baja Sur California. The wind died, we started the engine. Picked up wind again, sailed for several hours, then started the engine as we came into the area where we would enter a marina to tie up. We renewed old friendships and made some new, about a week later some new friends wanted to go sailing to Isla Santa Espiritu, would we like to go along. Yes, a wonderful idea. We turned the key to the engine, it gave a sad grunt, nothing else happened. Tried again, nothing. That engine never started again, we had a cracked block. We’ve talked many times since of being without wind and engine in the Sea, anchored in unfamiliar waters, the cost of a tow, but amazingly, though no one knows what caused the crack, we were able to complete our passage, pull into a slip of safety and plenty, and replaced the engine without being in danger. We sailed for five years in the Sea of Cortez. We eventually got to Isla Santa Espiritu and many other beautiful areas on the Sea. I have thanked the Lord many times over for His care and closeness in providing for our needs and safety.

  • KC

    I agree – God sends help when we need it – sometimes by close friends, sometimes by strangers, but always I believe at His direction. I pray for the help, but spend as much time thanking Him for the blessings and provision He always sends.

  • Margaret Williams

    Yes, I agree that God provides help to us in time of need. A few months ago I was out walking my dog about a mile from home and tripped on the sidewalk and did a major faceplant. I cut my forehead and broke my nose. I looked horrible, was bleeding profusely, and could barely see. I tried knocking on a few doors of the houses nearby but no one would answer, probably for fear of getting involved somehow. I began to pray asking God to send me to the right house. As I was praying, I looked up the street and there was my answer…a King County Sheriff’s car in the driveway. I knocked on the door and a young man answered who immediately became my “first responder”! He and his wife began stopping the blood and treating me with such care and kindness. I told them they were an answer to my prayer and my “Godsend.” After treating my wounds, they drove me to the local hospital Emergency and stayed until I was admitted. My neighbor who is a surgical nurse took over from that point since my husband was away on business. This “angel” couple actually returned to the emergency room to check to make certain I was okay. I will always be grateful for my dear first-responder and God’s provision for me that day.

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