I firmly believe in angels as I’ve had several experiences over my life that have reaffirmed my faith in them. Some of these experiences are too sacred to speak of, but this is one that I wanted to share as sometimes angels are there to protect us from ourselves.
It was a Saturday night in Cartagena, Colombia. I had been practicing songs at church with the choir preparing for the following day. We walked out of the building and began our walk home, laughing and talking, arms around each other and singing just for the pure joy of it.
Normally, as we all walked home, several of my friends would accompany me until they felt I was safe. This night, however, we all went out separate ways after a few blocks. I reached the place in my walk where I usually cut across a mechanic’s yard and hopped a wall to go home. It cut off a good 5 blocks and I had done it a hundred times, though usually it was during the day.
That night as I began my trek across the dirt yard to the dark wall at the back, I saw a young girl on a bike riding off to my left in the light from an open door. I then noticed a group of men sitting off to my right. They were all drinking and laughing and joking. As I got halfway through the yard and they noticed me, they all suddenly stood up. It was as if I had hit a wall and I immediately stopped. My stomach clenched and I sensed danger.
My first instinct was to turn around and walk back the way I had come. But then I thought “No, if I turn around, the men will know it was because of them and I don’t want to offend them.” Though my heart was in the right place, it was definitely not the wisest of ideas I’ve ever had.
As I took a few more steps, I noticed how dark the back of the lot was. It seemed almost pitch black with several large trucks parked. At this point, a little voice in the back of my head was telling me to turn around and I began to hesitate. I glanced again at the men out of the corner of my eye. They were still all standing and I could feel their eyes on me. My steps slowed, but I again shrugged off the feeling telling myself I was being silly. I had passed these same men a hundred times without a single problem.
Just then, the little girl on the bike rode right in front of me and stopped me in my tracks. She looked at me and said in Spanish “You can’t go that way. The wall is blocked.” I wasn’t sure if I understood her correctly as my Spanish was still pretty bad at the time. I asked, in my broken Spanish, if the wall had been repaired. She just simply looked at me and said again “You can’t go that way.” I understood that and I also understood her firm body language and bike standing resolutely in my path. I looked at her and said thank you and relieved that I now had an excuse, I quickly turned around and walked away very quickly.
The next day, I passed the wall on the opposite side. I was curious to see if the wall had indeed been fixed. As I came near to it, I stood in surprise that it was in exactly the same state it had always been. It most definitely had not been repaired. It was then that what had happened slowly dawned on me. I stood there in the field staring at the broken wall and realized that I had been protected by an angel. A small, innocent and very determined angel had stood between me and what could have been a very bad outcome. I silently said a heartfelt thank you to my Heavenly Father who loved me enough to protect me from my own naivete.
Angels come in all shapes and sizes and often they are there as an unseen hand helping us out when we need it the most. But sometimes they are also there to protect us, even if they are protecting us from ourselves.