We were at a prayer service for healing a teen-ager at church. He had terminal cancer and came up to the front, frail and bald and leaning on the arm of his grandfather. It has a tremendous service.
As everyone was leaving, Hubs and I noticed two very clean cut young men standing at the back of the church.
I can’t emphasize how perfect they looked, in suits and ties ... at steaming hot evening church service in the Midwest. Somehow they didn’t look real.
They didn’t interact with anyone but when Hubs and I were both trying to “place” them, they nodded politely but didn’t say a word. I had a crazy thought that maybe they were angels.
In the car afterward Hubs said, “Did you see those two guys? I wonder if they were angels - the boy’s angel and the angel of our church.”
The church had prayed for perfect healing for the boy and that God’s will be done. He passed away a couple of weeks later.
Oops?