“See, I am sending an angel ahead of you to guard you along the way . . .”
–Exodus 23: 20
One of the first things I noticed as I opened my mail was that my son Tim had plenty of company–many people seemed to meet angels when driving! When you consider how much trouble we can get into in traffic, it’s reasonable that our angels would be kept busy. For example, a minister’s wife told me of a trip she took across central Kentucky. On one two-lane stretch she found herself stuck behind a coal truck, and after carefully peeking around, she swung out to pass. Horrified, she saw a huge semi coming toward her. “The coal-truck driver saw my dilemma and inched over to the right as far as he could go,but there was not going to be enough space for three vehicles to pass, nor was there enough time for me to get back in my lane,” she recounted. Frozen, she waited for the inevitable crash. But as the truck approached her, it melted from view. Shocked, she moved back behind the coal truck, checking her rearview mirror. The semi wasn’t there. “There were five of us in the car,” she told me. “All of us saw the truck coming. None of us saw what happened to it.”
Sharon W. (not her real name) doesn’t drive often, so when she set out one rainy evening for a coworker’s house, her roommate gave her explicit directions. But the rain turned to snow, and Sharon became nervous. She knew she didn’t have enough experience driving in rough Michigan weather. Traveling too fast through an intersection, Sharon tapped the brake, but her car skidded dangerously toward a light pole instead. “Oh, angels, help me!” she cried. Immediately the car righted itself. “It was as if it had actually been picked up and turned around,” she said. “I found myself myself on the right side of the street, heading in the right direction.” None the worse for wear, Sharon drove on to her destination. When she arrived home, Sharon told her roommate about the near miss. “I’m not surprised,” her friend replied. “After you left, I began worrying about you driving in this weather. So I sent my guardian angel to accompany you.”
Bernadine Jones was driving north on a two-way street in Denver and approached an intersection where she could either continue on a straight path or go left into a curve. She was planning to turn left, but she was unfamiliar with the avenue, so when she heard a voice command her, “Slow down now!” she responded without thinking. Coming almost to a stop, Bernadine was astonished to see an oncoming car speed across the left-hand curve, just where she would have been had she not stepped on the brake. It was only later that Bernadine realized the voice had come from within her car. But she was alone.
Mae Warrick left the optometrist and walked toward her car. As she opened the front door, she heard a man’s voice say, “Fasten that seat belt!” Mae turned and looked back, expecting to see someone, but the street was deserted. Was someone playing a trick on her? Puzzled, she fastened the belt. She drove to her favorite highway cafe and started to turn left into the driveway. Too late, Mae realized that a truck was in the driveway and she couldn’t complete her turn. An oncoming car, unable to stop in time, plowed into Mae’s automobile. “Even with my seat belt on, I sustained a cracked rib and bruises,” said this eighty-year-old. “I wonder what shape I would have been in had I not obeyed my angel’s orders!”
Janet Notte-Corrao obeyed orders, too, one night. She was sitting in the passenger seat next to her husband, their two children in the back. Janet was not really alarmed to hear a voice as the car went around a curve–she had heard her angel before. Although the message was not audible to the others, Janet heard: “Pray, Janet! There is a car coming that will hit you as you turn into your driveway. Pray!”As she heard the words, Janet also received a vision of the vehicle hitting her family’s car. Oh, God, she prayed, please surround our car with your heavenly host of angels! Janet’s husband was driving carefully. Without warning, there was the sound of screeching tires, and then a jolt as he slammed on the brakes. “I was still so deep in prayer that the motion was almost a surprise,” Janet said. “It thrust me forward–thanks to my seat belt, not through the windshield–but the cars hadn’t crashed. We were so close that their headlights were shining into our eyes.” Before Janet’s astonished husband could react, the other car sped off, as quickly as it had appeared. But her prayer had been answered. “There was just a tiny space between the two cars,” she noted with a smile. “A space the width of an angel.”
Driving home on a Saint Louis freeway one rush hour, Andrew (not his real name) had almost reached his exit. Checking his mirrors, he began to move into the right-hand lane. But the steering wheel didn’t budge. What was happening? Andrew attempted to swerve again, but the wheel seemed stuck.He would have to force it in order to get off the freeway and find a service station right away. Trying not to panic, Andrew looked back to see what was behind him. Directly at his rear, in the blind spot, was a compact car. “It was too far back to be picked up by peripheral vision, too far forward to be seen in my rearview mirror. Had the steering not locked, I would have turned directly into the other vehicle, at fifty-five miles per hour.” Andrew braked a little, to let the other vehicle pass, before forcing his steering wheel to the right. But as soon as the little car went by, Andrew’s wheel responded normally. There was no reason to find a service station after all. Andrew drove the car another eighteen months, and later, his son and daughter-in-law drove it. No one found any abnormalities in the steering, or anything else.
Excerpts from “Where Angels Walk”