If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent..
- Psalm 91:9-13
Then Paul, knowing that some of them were Sadducees and the others Pharisees, called out in the Sanhedrin, “My brothers, I am a Pharisee, descended from Pharisees. I stand on trial because of the hope of the resurrection of the dead.” When he said this, a dispute broke out between the Pharisees and the Sadducees, and the assembly was divided. (The Sadducees say that there is no resurrection, and that there are neither angels nor spirits, but the Pharisees believe all these things.)
- Acts 23:6-8
I think the Apostle Paul was going after a hung jury when he pitted half the Sanhedrin against the other half, but the first century is no different than today in that many do not believe in the resurrection, even many church goers. Many people do not believe in angels. Many people believe so heavily in angels that it seems they forget Jesus in the process. But I not only believe in angels; I believe in those human angels that seem to show up just at the right time.
The other day, my wife was a little loopy after dialysis. Note: When they remove 5-8 pounds of liquid in the process of dialysis, your body is working overtime to create blood cells just to get everything balanced again. Since so much blood goes to the brain (15% of total heart output typically going to the area of the brain), the brain can often get fuzzy or loopy.
I usually carry her bag, and she uses the cane to get to the car. This time, I held her arm in one hand and the bag in the other. I put her bag in the back seat. I took her cane and stowed it behind the front seat on the floor and then I noticed my wife trying to sit down with nothing to sit on. I jumped over and wedged her between the door frame and my body. She was half-sitting on the frame, just beneath the car seat. My wife has this thing when she falls. She turns into warm gelatin. It looks solid, but when you try to lift it, it slides right off between your fingers. When she is a quart low of blood (literally), she is too weak to get off the ground.
I felt that my only option was to carefully lower her to the ground and then run into the clinic for nursing help.
Then I felt an arm brush past my shoulder. I heard a voice, “Don’t worry, I got you.” The lady grabbed my wife’s shoulders while I grabbed my wife’s thighs, and we got her center of gravity onto the front seat of the car, just not completely into the car. The lady said, “Don’t worry about it. I have had the same problem with my father all the time.”
Finally, my wife’s consciousness kicked in enough to shift her weight enough for me to close the door. Before doing so, I pulled her seatbelt over, since she was still loopy, and I ran around to buckle her in.
I had thanked the lady profusely, and she deflected the praise. When I pulled out of the parking space, the lady was gone. Was she a dutiful daughter, dropping off her father for dialysis, who was at the right place at the right time, or was she an angel?
Does it matter?
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.