Some years ago, during a time when I was praying a lot for career direction, I took a drive through Big Sur, south of Carmel, CA.
As the Hwy went down to two lanes, I saw two men dressed in white robes and sandals carrying small bundles walking along the road. They were not hitchhiking, but I was compelled to offer them a ride.
They accepted and got into my car. “So what are you guys up to?” I asked.
“We are just praising God and spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ.” Said the one who took the passenger seat. He called himself “Brother David”. The second passenger was “Brother Andrew”. He said nothing during the entire trip, but wore a beatific smile and laughed often.
I drove them through Big Sur and dropped them off in the town of Cambria on the coast. Brother David and I sung and discussed Jesus and my work situation along the way. My direction became much clearer after the trip.
Three years later, I ran into Brother David walking along the side of another highway, this one 300 miles from Big Sur. He still wore his robe and sandals. He was more tired the second time, but he remembered our ride through Big Sur. He didn’t know where Brother Andrew was. He said he had only met him a few days prior to our first meeting and they parted ways shortly after.
I believe Brother Andrew was an angel. And maybe Brother David as well. But I call them both the “Angels of Windmere”, after the beach near where I picked them up.
Aanyway, I’m not sure if personal stories belong in the “Moral Theology” forum, but this is only my third post, so maybe I can get a little slack.