33: Angels at the Intersection

33: Angels at the Intersection

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Touched by an Angel

Angels at the Intersection

I am convinced that these heavenly beings exist and that they provide unseen aid on our behalf.

~Billy Graham

I attend a small church about sixty miles from my house. During the hour-long drive, I have time to disconnect from my daily routine as a round-the-clock caregiver for my aging mom and prepare to spend time in the presence of the Lord. On the way home, I often reflect on the wonderful sermons and teachings each service brings, and offer prayers, thanks and praise. It’s my chance to have quiet time with God.

Almost the entire trip is through the countryside, so it’s a scenic drive in the daylight hours but pretty dark and lonely at night. At the midpoint, there’s an interstate exit with the usual gas stations and fast food spots that light up the horizon.

One night, after a particularly emotional week — feeling isolated as a caregiver, and questioning my value not only to my mother, but also to the world at large — the angels were gathering, on high alert. As I drove toward the brightly lit intersection, the unthinkable happened.

Suddenly, with no warning at all, a white airport transport van made a left turn directly in front of my car. It was impossible that the driver didn’t see me. In those critical seconds before impact, as time seemed to unfold in slow motion, I could see the faces of the people riding in the van. They seemed to be just as shocked as I was. I had pressed the brake to the floor and was sliding into the van. Based on the trajectory, I knew that in seconds my car would be embedded in the center of the van. I thought about dying. I felt acceptance. I wondered who would take care of my mother. Myriad thoughts raced through my mind. I closed my eyes and braced for the impact… waiting for the sound of metal and glass. The only words I had time to utter were “Lord Jesus.”

But there was silence. I opened my eyes just in time to see the white van go past while my car continued forward. It was as if unseen hands had literally pushed the van through the intersection and out of my way in the nick of time. Before I knew it, I was through the intersection and continuing my moonlit journey down the back roads. Then it hit me.

I’d had a couple of close calls before, and they left me shaking with fear. Once or twice I had to pull off the road to regain my composure. But this time, there was no such residual panic. My pulse wasn’t racing; my heart wasn’t pounding. I was at perfect peace. I was smiling. I was driving along as though nothing had happened. And that took me as much by surprise as the sight of the van passing in front of my car.

Only divine intervention could explain the fact that I made it home that night. That’s when I knew that I was valuable, not only to my mother, but to God. That’s when I knew that no matter how insignificant I thought I was to others, my life still had meaning and purpose.

I’m pretty sure I sang the rest of the way home — grateful for God’s protection, and blessed by a sense of renewed hope, the opportunity to share the story with the ones I love, and the chance to make a difference in the lives of others.

~Jan Walker

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