The collective wisdom of humanity offers the proverb “life is a journey.” Some might dismiss this as a platitude, but there is useful perspective to be gained from the notion. This blog is a collection of observations and reflections that I have made on my own journey over time. I share them with the hope that in the reading of it you are touched in some positive way; and perhaps for a short while at least we might consider ourselves to be companions on this journey of ours.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2018
Do you believe in angels?
Do you believe in angels? I do. I invoke their assistance quite often, and I'll usually ask them to accompany family members when they travel. My daughter is on break from school to celebrate Thanksgiving with the family, and as college students are known to do, she gave me very little notice that she did not have a ride home. My son did the same thing, (and I sigh here for dramatic effect) but that's another story. Amtrak was booked except for a few seats on even fewer trains which were at least double the normal rate; I guess that's the law of supply and demand in practice. Guess who's traveling Greyhound....
The problem is, apparently no-one in Norristown PA knows where the bus terminal is. She calls me 5 minutes before the bus is supposed to leave. She's in the wrong place, and frustrated because she can't find the bus terminal. It is a forgone conclusion that she's going to miss the bus. I purchased a flexible ticket, which means that she can get on the next bus, but that one gets into Manhattan at 1:30 in the morning. I want to tell her that this is what happens when you wait until the last minute, but I don't see the immediate value in that so I bite my tongue. We are both getting frustrated as I go into contingency planning mode. My first thought though, is that I asked St. Michael to guide her on her travels, and I draw some comfort from this. I know God answers prayers, and I know that sometimes the answer is "no," but I want to say that I feel like St. Michael has always been there for me.
"Ok; we have a few options...."
She cuts me off in mid sentence: "Wait - I think I see the bus across the street. I gotta go."
"Let me know wha....." She hung up on me in mid-sentence.
I'm beginning to feel like Rodney Dangerfield; you know, "I don't get no respect....."
15 very long minutes later I get a text from her:
"OK, so I wasn't in the right place but the bus driver also wasn't in the right place, so I'm on the bus."
I want to say that I think God has a sense of humor, and that the angels are His very willing accomplices. "So what if she doesn't get to the bus terminal on time? I got you covered." My daughter is on her way home now; and she's traveling with angels........
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