Years ago when I was at the tender age of seventeen, I went to visit my fiance who lived in Buffalo. He was a singer and was currently performing in a predominately black club. His name was Johnny. He was twice my age and was a gorgeous mixture of Black American and Blackfoot Indian. He was a very handsome man. I had met him when I worked in a well known hotel in Toronto as a chambermaid.
We got to talk about our various interest and found out, we had a lot in common. I found him down to earth and was more than impressed with him, for he did not make a pass at me like most men would have. We hit it off quite nicely.
When I arrived at his home, I met his sister, and sister-in-law who also lived with him in the Fruit belt of urban Buffalo. The house they lived in was a busy beehive of strange activity.
His sister had a 14 year old son, having given birth at the same age her son now was. I remember one incident when the sister-in-law had a male friend over. We were at the dining room table eating when she and her visitor got up from the table, went in the bedroom and had sex. They finished and came back to the table like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
One night while I was sitting in the bar listening to Johnny singing on stage, my attention was drawn to the next table across from me. There sat a stout middle aged white man dressed in a very bright blue suit. He wore a straw hat, and he was staring straight at me not smiling. I stared back at him thinking how out of place he looked, especially since there were few white people in this predominately black bar.
The noise from the bar receded into the background, becoming muffled and faraway. It seemed like only this stranger, and I sat there staring at each other. Goose bumps rose on my arms, and chills went through me. In shock I sat there, hearing these words floating into my mind, "why are you here? You shouldn't be here. You don't belong in in this place.
I turned my head away when I realized I was being rude but found myself turning back to look at him again. Only he wasn't there. I looked towards the back to see if I could glimpse him exiting the door. However, no one was near the door. I realized the one minute I had taken to look away from him and then back there was no way he could have exited the door without me seeing him.
I sat there feeling disturbed, not because of anything he had said to me, because he did not say a word to me, but because of what came to my mind instantly as I stared back at this man.
Down through the years, I have come to believe that God allowed this angel to appear to me to warn me not to forget my roots, not to forget about God. I was brought up in a Christian home but being a rebellious teenager I wanted to do things my way. This person appearing to me made me think about God in a different way than how I was brought up to believe.
Those stories of angels appearing to old biblical characters seemed out of touch with today's reality, but somehow as I gazed at that man and he back at me, I got the feeling that God is still warning people today, and he had started with me.
Was he an angel, or an ordinary man?
I believe he was an angel and as the bible says, be not forgetful entertain strangers for some have entertained angels unaware.
We got to talk about our various interest and found out, we had a lot in common. I found him down to earth and was more than impressed with him, for he did not make a pass at me like most men would have. We hit it off quite nicely.
When I arrived at his home, I met his sister, and sister-in-law who also lived with him in the Fruit belt of urban Buffalo. The house they lived in was a busy beehive of strange activity.
His sister had a 14 year old son, having given birth at the same age her son now was. I remember one incident when the sister-in-law had a male friend over. We were at the dining room table eating when she and her visitor got up from the table, went in the bedroom and had sex. They finished and came back to the table like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
One night while I was sitting in the bar listening to Johnny singing on stage, my attention was drawn to the next table across from me. There sat a stout middle aged white man dressed in a very bright blue suit. He wore a straw hat, and he was staring straight at me not smiling. I stared back at him thinking how out of place he looked, especially since there were few white people in this predominately black bar.
The noise from the bar receded into the background, becoming muffled and faraway. It seemed like only this stranger, and I sat there staring at each other. Goose bumps rose on my arms, and chills went through me. In shock I sat there, hearing these words floating into my mind, "why are you here? You shouldn't be here. You don't belong in in this place.
I turned my head away when I realized I was being rude but found myself turning back to look at him again. Only he wasn't there. I looked towards the back to see if I could glimpse him exiting the door. However, no one was near the door. I realized the one minute I had taken to look away from him and then back there was no way he could have exited the door without me seeing him.
I sat there feeling disturbed, not because of anything he had said to me, because he did not say a word to me, but because of what came to my mind instantly as I stared back at this man.
Down through the years, I have come to believe that God allowed this angel to appear to me to warn me not to forget my roots, not to forget about God. I was brought up in a Christian home but being a rebellious teenager I wanted to do things my way. This person appearing to me made me think about God in a different way than how I was brought up to believe.
Those stories of angels appearing to old biblical characters seemed out of touch with today's reality, but somehow as I gazed at that man and he back at me, I got the feeling that God is still warning people today, and he had started with me.
Was he an angel, or an ordinary man?
I believe he was an angel and as the bible says, be not forgetful entertain strangers for some have entertained angels unaware.