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Topic: ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME (don’t write about the song) (06/04/15)
- TITLE: Atheist or Angel
By Lois Lewis
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Around nine o’clock I left for home in a near whiteout. The wind was howling, and drifts had formed, narrowing the road.
It was a rural area so there were no streetlights. I could barely see to keep my car on the road and pointed in the right direction. No other vehicles were in sight.
Approximately fifteen miles from home my car suddenly stopped running. A quick glance at the gas gage told me that wasn’t the problem. I tried multiple times to restart the car, without success.
A single woman alone, I was a little frightened. I knew better than to get out of the car and walk off into the darkness. I also knew, at the rate the snow was falling and the wind was blowing, if I stayed in the car all night I would be buried alive.
Back then, I didn’t own a cell phone. I recall pondering the unlikelihood of other drivers being out on a night like this.
Eerily, after just a few minutes, a pick-up truck seemed to come out of nowhere, and rolled to a stop behind my car. Like a scene from the old Twilight Zone television series, a man got out of the truck and walked up to my driver’s side window. I rolled it down enough to tell him the car had quit running and I couldn’t start it. He offered to try to jump start it, and headed back to his truck. Age wise, he looked to be mid-thirties.
I popped the hood of the car. He pulled his truck alongside, and connected the jumper cables. The car still wouldn’t start. I told him the battery shouldn’t be bad, as it hadn’t been long since I replaced it. He said it sounded like the alternator had died, and he offered to give me a ride home.
Realizing I shouldn’t climb in a vehicle with a man I didn’t know, I thought about declining. But the snow was really coming down, and visibility was poor. I decided it was too far for me to walk home, or back to my friend’s house. So I sent up a silent prayer, and accepted the man’s offer.
I told him my name, and he told me his, which I’m sorry to say I’ve forgotten. I climbed into the passenger seat beside him. While he concentrated on trying to keep the truck moving, and on the road, I explained that I had been to a group Bible study at the home of friends. I went on to tell him what the study had been about. I could hear nervousness in my voice as I told him the name of the church I attended in Boulder, and invited him to visit.
After a brief silence, the man told me he was divorced with a couple of kids, and lived in a neighboring town. I asked a few questions about the kids, and he answered them. Then he said, “I’m an atheist.”
Not knowing how to respond to that proclamation, we rode the rest of the way in silence, except for my giving directions. Mr. Atheist drove me right to my front door. I thanked him, and tried to pay him. He declined my offer, and handed me a twenty dollar bill. He said, “Put it in the collection plate on Sunday morning.”
The next day, I called a wrecker service to tow my car to a garage for repair. My rescuer had been right about the alternator. Over the years, I’ve wondered more than once if he was a ministering spirit sent by God to help me.
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