Angel
During the first century, disciples alike connected together to embattle counter forces by serving the poor, widows, and orphans. I believe in the midst of serving others, people find themselves. They divided their belongings impulsively. This sect called Christian gave of themselves to help heal broken relationships in a family, they served as a mediator as a father leaves his family, and they were giving people the flesh of Jesus Christ. Societal classes were shattered. I say all of this because there is a void in my own life.
During a vacation of mine, I was sent an angel. The angel’s name was James. I am not conferring the theology of angels or demons, yet an African-American with clipped wings told me his story on the streets of Hollywood Blvd. He made some bad choices and struggled with the consequences of sin, however, he quoted chapter one, verses 3-8 in the text of James. There are a lot of Christians who cannot even begin to tell me where the book of James is in the Bible.
I asked him, “What would you ask Jesus if he was here right now?” He answered reluctantly, vigorously trying to give the ten dollars back which I gave him. His voice stricken, he said, “I always knew he was here. It might not look like it, but I am blessed.” It took everything to hold back the tears that were getting ready to explode from my eyes. A homeless man, in the midst of hunger and suffering, says these words. He had incomprehensible character. For a brief moment I thought I encountered the divine. I just saw an angel.
As I sit in my comfortable office chair with the air conditioner blowing out from the vents, I think about James. How many more James’s are in this world, state, and county. Many miles removed from this unknown person, I ponder what he is doing right now. The only noble act now, is to find as many of James’s I can find and reach out to them with the love of Christ. The King does not want it any other way. Thank you James!
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