“Let…charity…abide in you. And hospitality do not forget; for by this some, being not aware of it, have entertained angels…”—Hebrews 13: 1-2
I read these words to end a morning moment, and as it ends, I wonder: how often are we visited in this life?
How often, unknowing—or through veil of partial discernment—are we engaged by something other than ourselves, man? How often do we come upon strangers we never meet again, strangers with message or sign: offerings, askings; questions and affirmations, too direct and timely in alignment to private contemplations to be something of the randomness and simple entropy of an indifferent and godless universe; strangers that enter and exit life in moment that imprints and stays forever after as memory, surreal and almost dream-like as it lives?
When engaged, do we feel and sense a testing and question to our soul; a call to ask in total truth to a stranger, or perform in act a good we feel compelled to do? Do we answer and rise to the test, or evade the strangeness of an almost supernatural?
I see and hear such moments still.
Is it all imagination, or is there something to the sense? How often, unknowing, do we engage with angels?
I wonder.
“And do not forget to do good, and to impart; for by such sacrifices God’s favor is obtained.”—Hebrews 13: 16