His Name Was Angel


                               By Phil Scovell


     Note.  I asked my  sister to review this story.  She  said it happened
     just as you read here.



          A couple of  years ago, my brother  in law's father was  dying of
     cancer.  He was at home, on oxygen, and was failing steadily each day.
     My sister Ruth, and  her husband Steven, were  going on a trip to  the
     Pacific islands and stopped at Steven's  home to visit his dad.   They
     lived almost  on the ocean.  You  can stand in the front  yard and see
     the ocean and the beach down below so it is a beautiful place to live.
     Steve, my brother in law, grew up in this house.  They stayed a day or
     two with his parents and then, because his dad encouraged him to, left
     to board the airplane for the Pacific.

          Ruth  and Steve  were seated  on  the airplane  and the  door was
     swinging closed when  it stopped and the stewardess  began speaking to
     someone at  the door.  She turned and walked down the rows and stopped
     at their seats  and said, "You have  an emergency phone call."   Steve
     and  Ruth  walked to  the door  and  into the  jetwalk that  was still
     attached to the airplane.   A black man,  who was an employee of  that
     airline  was standing there and  told them that  they had an emergency
     phone  call.   Steven  acknowledged  that he  was  expecting the  call
     because  his father  was dying.   Steven said,  "I don't have  my cell
     phone."

          The  black man  said, "You can  use my  cell phone, sir,  but the
     plane is taking off  and we need to step into the building so they can
     remove the jetwalk.   The cell phone reception  will be better  inside
     anyway."   Ruth and Steven  and the  airline employee walked  down the
     jetwalk and into the building.  The jetwalk was removed and  the plane
     moved away and prepared for take off.

          When they reached  the building, the black man  handed Steven his
     cell  phone and told him to call.   Steven stepped a few feet away and
     dialed.   My sister Ruth  stayed next to the man  and explained it was
     about her  husband's father  and that he  most likely  had died.   The
     black man said he understood and they made small talk as Steven talked
     to his mother.

          When Steven finished  his call, he motioned for  Ruth, my sister,
     to  come to where he was standing just  a few feet away.  Ruth excused
     herself and  stepped to her husband's side.   Steven was saying, "Look
     at him, Ruth.  Look at him."

          Ruth  looked back  at the  black  man but  saw nothing.    He was
     wearing the emblem of that airline on  his shirt.  Ruth said, "Steven,
     I don't see anything.  What are you talking about.

          Her husband said, "Look.  Look at what he is wearing."

          She looked again but could see nothing out of the ordinary and so
     as much.

          Finally her husband said, "Look at his name tag."

          My sister looked and saw that the single word "Angel" was clearly
     printed on  his name  tag.   Steven, my  brother in  law, has not  yet
     surrendered his life to the Lord as his personal Savior but  my sister
     is born again.  My sister had absolutely no doubt the man she saw, and
     had been talking with, and whose cell phone her husband had just used,
     was a  messenger sent  from God in  human form.   She said  nothing to
     Steven, at the time, about it.

          The black  man began speaking to them and  said, "Let me get your
     carry on bags  because they took them  off the plane but  your luggage
     went with the plane.  It will be returned on another flight."  He said
     he would get them a cab and he stayed with them until they left in the
     cab.

          When they arrived  at Steven's home where he  was raised, and the
     cab  left, my sister told me  that they began walking  up to the house
     and suddenly  she stopped  and said,  "Steven, I  can feel angels  all
     around  us and  around  this house."   Steven  admitted  he felt  some
     presence as well.   They  entered the  house and his  mother, who  was
     calm, and at  peace with everything  that had just happened,  let them
     in.  Steven's father had died in his wife's  arms speaking of how much
     he loved her.

          Before they left the city to return to their home here in Denver,
     Steven asked my  sister what she  thought about the  black man in  the
     airport with the name  tag which said his  name was Angel.   Ruth said
     that  she believed that he was in fact  an angel sent from God to help
     them.  She asked Steven  what he thought and he confessed that he just
     really did not know.

          Steven decided to call  the airport.  He got a  lady on the phone
     and explained he  wanted to speak to Mr.  Angel.  He described  him to
     her  and confirmed  he was  an employee  of that  airline.  She  did a
     database search and  could not locate any employee for  the airline by
     that name.  Steven suggested it  may have been Angelo or some  similar
     name.  The  woman searched again but  there was no similar  name.  She
     even did a  nationwide database search  throughout the entire  company
     records  in case  it  was a  steward  from another  city.   There  was
     absolutely no such name in the database.

     Be  not  forgetful  to  entertain  strangers:  for  thereby some  have
     entertained angels unawares.  Hebrews 13:2


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