Have you ever seen an angel?
How the presence of God can save someone. True story.
I received a missionary report that was so powerful that I needed to share it.
A young missionary flees a foreign nation , after having some of her family arrested.
See what happens to her at the airport. Miraculous.
I am withholding her name and pictures, and the country’s name, for her protection. But, she has a beautiful smile.
“Life on the Edge”
At one o’clock in the morning, the street was pitch dark… and rather unnerving. However, darkness is our friend during times like these. The ministry times had been well received.
We had just spent hours traveling, and I was exhausted.
But with spies, police, and private detectives on our trail – we dare not let down our guard. Our team got out of the vehicle, and we quickly slipped into the shadows. Staying close to the walls, we quietly made our way down an alley.
A siren went off in the distance. We walked faster.
Coming to a 6 foot gate, we threw our luggage and bags one by one over onto the other side, while I worried on how I was going to get myself over. Yes, I did make it over the gate (with a lot of help I might add, and the heel of my favorite shoes getting notched).
We snuck into the building, unlocked the door of where we were going to stay the night.
After being shown to a room, I collapsed on the bed made up for me on the floor. A tear ran down my cheek. I don’t like being persecuted for my faith and ministry.
I will be going back and forth to my assigned land, continuing my work. I’m in now Canada. Due to my Dad being on the WANTED list for preaching the Gospel, and an organized plot to get rid of him, we had to take quick and immediate action to come to Canada for now.
Now that I’m back, invitations have come in for me to speak about "Enjoying Life and Living on the Edge for Jesus" in the States and Canada, as I also continue my work in my missionary field.
On my way back to Canada, at the country’s airport passport control, it was my turn to stand there and have all my paperwork scanned. I was so nervous.
Been there, done that – with the police arresting Dad in the airport, and then all of us. The police typed my name into the computer. He looked at me, then looked at the computer, then looked at me.
I leaned on the counter so he wouldn’t be able to notice my knees shaking.
He scowled. I managed a scared smile. The police called over his supervisor.
They both looked at the computer screen, then looked at me.
More questions. Because my Dad is on the WANTED list, this has caused much trouble for me too because of my last name.
Again, they looked at the screen, then looked at me.
The police supervisor asked the other police, "Have you ever seen an angel?"
"Well, here’s one right now".
They stamped my passport. And I ran…
When I got to my gate, I just sat down and sobbed.