I have a confession. I’ve always believed in guardian angels. It probably comes from my mom, who believes in the essential good in the world. Not that all PEOPLE are inherently good–she’s not that naive–but that there is enough good to be found in the world that it makes the short trip we take on this planet worthwhile.
As a Christian, I believe that God has heavenly beings that he packages up in flesh, and sends them down for a specific purpose. I have a friend who was finishing a long day hike, got back to the parking lot late in the evening, and twisted her ankle on the opposite side of the lot from her truck. She tried to hobble on her own, but simply couldn’t. As she tells the story, there were essentially no other vehicles there at that time of day, and was thinking she’d be stuck there until morning when SOMEone showed up. Out of nowhere–no footsteps, no jingling of keys–just a large black man appearing at her side asking her what was wrong. She was initially scared for her safety, not knowing where he came from or what his intentions were, so she tried to say she was OK and just resting. He told her he was there to help, and carried her to her truck like she weighed nothing. At the truck, he made some reference to something going on in her life that no one else knew about — I forget what — and gave her his card. She got settled behind the wheel, went to thank him, and he was gone. No trace of anyone in this large parking lot, where there were no plants or anything to hide behind. And when she looked at the card he gave her, it only had a triangle on it, which could be interpreted as the Christian symbol of the Trinity: Father (God), Son (Jesus), and the Holy Ghost. She couldn’t find the card the next morning, and would dismiss it as a dream or something, except for the fact that her ankle WAS badly sprained. Guardian Angel? Sounds like it to me.
However, I think much more common is God’s use of other people for this task. And I have one that I didn’t expect, and what he’s doing I don’t deserve.