I do not relish taking to the “skies’ in a plane and have visions of scenarios that shall remain unspoken.
Arriving at O’Hare airport for our recent flight to Boston for a cruise, was no exception.
Our travel agent had reserved the Exit row seats for us for the extra legroom. As I walked down the aisle to get to our seat, I was wondering who the window passenger might be because I was sitting in the middle row.
Upon arrival, I glanced at the gentleman sitting at the window seat. Wearing a black suit, white starched shirt, black shoes and a black tie I was, well, curious. After securing my seatbelt and making sure both Phil and I were settled, I looked at the man whose face was blank and said “Are you a preacher?” The words came out before I could stop them. The man looked at me puzzled as if he didn’t hear and Phil repeated the question “She was wondering if you’re a preacher.”
No, said the young man. He had the whitest teeth.
Not wanting to bother him again, I remained quiet for the rest of the trip.
After we landed, I stood up, grabbed my carry on, turned and said “I hope you have a nice day” which favored me with a smile.
Well, that was interesting …
Fast forward to our trip home. This time we were on the other side of the plane in an exit row and again I was to sit in the middle seat.
Upon arrival, the window passenger was already there. There in front of me was seated a man with a blue suit, white starched shirt, spiffed up shoes, a tie and a gray hat with a feather in it.
Alright I mumbled to myself. No questions. But I had to wonder if God had placed a well-dressed angel in the same row as us ~ again.
The steward came by and this gentleman requested his free drink ~ actually, two small bottles of liquor. He said he had “status” which means he was a frequent flyer. The steward complimented him on his hat so I wasn’t the only one who noticed it.
Hmmm … do angels drink? Ahh, I thought ~ perhaps they too can turn liquor into water, eh?
After we deplaned, the tall man in the blue suit starting walking past me with large strides yet I wanted to take his picture ~ kind’ve like pinching yourself to know it’s real. I know, I know ~ it is a little odd. And so, leaving Phil behind (he doesn’t usually keep up with my crazy ideas), I quickly walked behind the man with the gray feathered hat to see if I could take a picture of him.
Do angels wear suits? I’ll have to wait til heaven to find out. Angels or not, God provided this anxious child of His with a distraction.
“Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.” Hebrews 13:2