Filled with a sense of wonder
today, and for some odd reason, just a knowledge that we are spiritual. And we
live in a spiritual realm, as much as we live in the physical.
I was trying to leave work
yesterday, and for some reason, my brain was just a scrambled mess. I picked up
one bag, and realized I hadn’t packed something. Put it down. Picked up the
wrong thing. Put it down. Grabbed my keys and fidgeted for a second, put my
keys down, grabbed another bag, and
struggled with a zip. Realized the thing I wanted to pack was underneath this
bag. Fumbled with the bag and the thing and the blasted thing wouldn’t fit into
the bag. Unpacked the whole bag and re-packed it. Got the thing to fit. Fidgeted
with my keys and carried on packing various things in various bags. Stopped to
apply some lip balm and grab a mint. I gave an exasperated sigh at my ditzy
behaviour, scratched my head and finally piled my bags over my shoulder.
Got to my car and received a
text message. Took a minute to reply. Finally! I got going.
On my way home, my Dad called
to tell me to avoid a portion of the highway because of an enormous and tragic
accident that had literally just happened… I was about 2 minutes from the accident
site.
This morning I was listening
to a sermon where the pastor was talking about his experience with angels,
having encountered more than a few in his life. He spoke about he had seen his
prayers move angels – that he would speak the word of God, and angels would
begin flurrying about carrying out God’s will.
Any funny enough, I’m sitting
having lunch and lo and behold my iPod plays a song called “Fly”, by JasonUpton, which allegedly holds the recording of an angel singing toward the end
of the song. (I’m a believer)
And so, I am filled with a sense of
wonder, because it suddenly occurs to me that I was running late yesterday
because that was God’s will. A chill runs over me, as I think about what could
have happened, had I left on time and very possibly been involved in that high-speed horrific
accident. My card isn’t up yet, and there are angels in the spiritual world,
charging back and forth, to and fro, obediently and fervently obeying the God
that Loves us, and making it their business to keep me alive.
Wow. Really? Me?
I’m not an angel-chaser, but
it is pretty cool to be reminded that I serve the God who charges angel armies
in my favour. What shall I fear?
Indeed, what shall I fear?
P.S. In the video I shared, the angel is heard clearly at 5 minutes 50 seconds - sound technicians were unable to find the source of this beautiful tenor / soprano voice, as it came from Jason Upton's mic. A young boy in the audience spoke to a sound technician during the performance, claiming to have seen a very large man appear behind Jason Upton during the course of this lovely song.
Believe it, don't believe it. Only God knows.
P.S. In the video I shared, the angel is heard clearly at 5 minutes 50 seconds - sound technicians were unable to find the source of this beautiful tenor / soprano voice, as it came from Jason Upton's mic. A young boy in the audience spoke to a sound technician during the performance, claiming to have seen a very large man appear behind Jason Upton during the course of this lovely song.
Believe it, don't believe it. Only God knows.
