CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
ANGEL RESCUES TRAVELER IN MASSACHUSETTS
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A Night Time Ride to Safety
Along a Circuitous Path as
Angel Rescues Traveler in Massachusetts
(A Devotion)
SCRIPTURE: Genesis 40:23, 41:9 23. But (even after all that) the chief butler gave no thought to Joseph, but forgot (all about) him. 9. Then the chief butler said to Pharoah, I remember my faults today. (AMP)
Luke 17:18 Was there no one found to return and to recognize and give thanks and praise to God except this alien? (Amp)
Related Scripture: Luke 17:12-19
REFLECTION: Gratitude. For major events. And most commonly rudely forgotten.
For Joseph, who interpreted the dream for the chief butler and whose request to be recognized to the Pharaoh was “forgotten.” For Jesus, nine healed lepers neglected to thank him.
I, too, can be ungrateful. I don’t express gratitude often enough.
Sometimes, though, verbal thanks seems insufficient.
I traveled to New England by myself in the spring of 1996, and left Brocton, Massachusetts after 7 p. m., unconcerned about finding a hotel. I would be on a main road. No problem. I’d drive towards Merrimack, New Hampshire and stop along the way.
Wrong! I was traveling through a “bedroom community.” No motels!
At 8:45 p. m. I stopped at a drugstore in a strange town not too far from Framingham. “Are there any motels around?” I asked the pharmacist. Neither he nor the customers knew of any.
One customer said she felt bad. She had a spare room, but she also had company. She knew a place in Framingham but the dark night, the late hour and the heavy construction would create travel difficulties, particularly to a stranger. But she knew of a Bed & Breakfast out in the country. She’d call from her car phone.
A room was available! She drew me a land-marked map, then said “Follow me.” I nervously took off down unfamiliar roads on that dark and stormy night and followed her along a circuitous path to a delightful place where I was the only guest. A Christian woman had lead me to a Jewish hostess.
On our visit to New England in 1998, I planned to take a special gift to an angel, spend another night at the Bed & Breakfast, and visit Portsmouth High School, where the proprietors’ son taught. We never made it. I still owe a debt of gratitude that I hope will be paid in the future, perhaps by passing it on. In the meantime I haven’t forgotten the kind woman who led a stranger to a safe haven.
PRAYER: Thank you God for providing caring people, your angels, who guide lost souls to safety. Provide me with the grace to be one of them.
NOTE: As I was about to post this devotion I checked the WordPress daily prompt for October 17, 2014: A stranger knocks on your door asking for directions…instead of the fastest and shortest route, include the most fun detours.
It struck me that what I wrote was the prompt—but in reverse. I didn’t give the instructions, I received them. And due to the circumstances, the circuitous detours weren’t fun—they were scary. I hope you enjoyed my interpretation.
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