I believe in guardian angels. I'm just not sure what they are supposed to do. I remember the first time I heard about guardian angels. I was in Sunday School at our church and I was probably around seven years old. We were sitting around this table and our teacher told me to scoot over in my chair so that my guardian angel could sit next to me. I can remember sitting there thinking, "Great. Nobody else had to scoot over just me. My guardian angel must be some lazy ass who can't even hover over me like the rest of my friends guardian angels." Let's just say that age seven was a tough age for me. It was the beginning of my transformation into a wise ass.
So, God assigned me the Chris Farley of guardian angels. Actually, that explains a lot about my life. If my angel was supposed to be my protector, I am guessing that during those times, he was spending a lot of time, in a van, down by the river. You see, that's what I don't understand. Just what the hell are they supposed to be doing?
The Bible even says that we've entertained angels without knowing it. Oh great. I wonder what inappropriate thing I said or did to an angel without realizing who they were? God can't hold that against me on judgement day, can He? I mean, if I wasn't aware of who they were...that wouldn't be fair.
Actually, in all seriousness, there was one time that I know God gave me a guardian angel and here's the story... Our youngest daughter was born with several heart defects and when she was around ten weeks old, we had to take her to the University of Alabama in Birmingham for open heart surgery. On the morning of the surgery, my wife and I got to spend some time with her before they took her into surgery. We held her in our arms as we walked toward the elevator with the team of doctors and nurses. As the team entered the elevator, we kissed her one last time not knowing if we would see her alive ever again, we handed her over to the nurses, and then the elevator doors closed. We stood there for a moment, just the two of us, and then I felt someone touch my shoulder. There was no one else there. I think my guardian angel knew that I needed some reassurance. He put his arm around me to let me know that it would be all right. And it was.
So, maybe my guy does spend a lot of time, in a van, down by the river. But I know he'll be there when I need him, and for that, I am thankful.
Be Well.
Bill
