I saw them coming toward the fairground’s poultry barn entrance while I was walking my son’s chicken on her harness; yes, her harness. She is not your average Rhode Island Red hen, she’s the best friend to a little boy. A man was in a wheel chair being pushed by who I would guess to be his teenage grandson. Both of them had a glow about them, though to look at them you would only observe your average, rural family members. Both of them were wearing patriotic shirts, ballcaps, and muddy shoes. Just two guys enjoying themselves at the county fair.
As they came closer to the entrance of the poultry barn, I too was getting ready to head back inside. Our paths converged, and there we were, lingering in the doorway together. Of course, they were highly entertained by Rocket, our chicken, and her royal blue chicken harness.
The only way I can describe the feeling I had as we existed in the same space together, was that of being a child who is in the comforting presence of loving parents. I realize not all people can relate to that feeling, but I have been blessed to know that feeling from both my earthly parents and my heavenly Father.
Our conversation was simple, full of your usual niceties, yet there was a magnetism about this man and his grandson. I felt safe, comfortable, and reassured about humanity. I felt nestled into our moment, and I needed to feel nestled-in and safe. That morning, we had horrible thunderstorms and widespread power outages.
After about ten minutes of talking, I found myself continuing to stand with them even though our conversation had ended. The amazing part was, they were not in a hurry to leave our time together either, but I was polite and excused myself. It was as if they were waiting for me to decide I was ready to continue on with my duties. I have to admit, my heart twinged a little as they went on their way, and I went on mine. I saw them one more time and then they were gone.
It wasn’t until later yesterday evening, once I was home and took care of the other animals on our farm, that I asked myself a question. Were they angels? I then pondered that question, and asked myself another, what is the definition of an angel? I have not actually done any Biblical investigations of who God’s angels are, but I did come to this conclusion. Perhaps they knew I just needed to talk and find a friendly face. Perhaps they too are children of God, and just like me, recognize that when life paths converge, it is a time to slow down and see God in the convergence, even if it is only for 10 minutes. The kingdom of God does not have time frames, and those in the kingdom become aware of this. Believers also recognize the glowing light of Christ in fellow believers, and fine comfort in the light of each other.
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