Today was an odd kind of a day, it started the same as most Saturdays with coffee two hours later than on weekdays, sitting on the deck with my coffee and reading, today it was from my dad’s study Bible reading scriptures he had underlined in red in the book of Isaiah, cleaning the refrigerator of all the bits and pieces of leftover meals, loading and unloading the dishwasher and finally going to the store. I don’t know why but I was feeling a little “down” when I went into the store, dragging my feet as if forcing myself to do something I really didn’t want to do, I didn’t. I was trying to decide what to cook for the family lunch tomorrow while I stopped at the deli to have some Boar’s Head sandwich meat cut, it was taking forever because the normal lady was training a new girl to do it, going step by step and I remarked to no one in particular that it seemed to be taking forever when a man behind me standing a little too close to my comfort zone spoke to me. He said, “I am a former policeman, I have been shot three times and left for dead, once in the head and twice in the back.” I looked at his large brown eyes and then I noticed the scar across his shaved head. He continued, “When you have come that close to death so many times you are glad to just be standing in a line waiting for something, no matter what it is or how long it takes, because you are alive to be standing and waiting.” He didn’t say it in a manner that I took offensive it was just a fact. Then he held out his hand and introduced himself, “My name is Joe G____, (it was a beautiful Italian name) I am a native New Yorker that was always loud and boisterous, raised with seven brothers who are all policeman and fireman we were all like that. I am a single father and last year I was coaching my son’s baseball team and got thrown out of the game. My son threw off his hat and yelled at the umpire and told him he couldn’t do that to his dad! It was like somebody threw a switch and I realized I didn’t want to raise my son to yell at an authority, I just wanted peace.” He leaned back against the cart and said, “Yes I am just happy to wait.” I was a little stunned and realized that his speech was a little halting and wondered if that was an effect of the gunshot to the head, again noticing the large erratic scar winding over his skull, I told him how much I appreciated his service to me as a citizen, wished him a blessed day and then stepped aside to give him my place in line.
I was reminded of how truly blessed I am to have guardian angels watching over me, whether it is a policeman, a fireman, men and women in the military or one of the heavenly host.
Read Psalm 91: 1-16 You who sit down in the High God’s presence,
spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow,
Say this: “God, you’re my refuge.
I trust in you and I’m safe!”
That’s right—he rescues you from hidden traps,
shields you from deadly hazards.
His huge outstretched arms protect you—
under them you’re perfectly safe;
his arms fend off all harm.
Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night,
not flying arrows in the day,
Not disease that prowls through the darkness,
not disaster that erupts at high noon.
Even though others succumb all around,
drop like flies right and left,
no harm will even graze you.
You’ll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance,
watch the wicked turn into corpses.
Yes, because God’s your refuge,
the High God your very own home,
Evil can’t get close to you,
harm can’t get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they’ll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.
You’ll walk unharmed among lions and snakes,
and kick young lions and serpents from the path.
“If you’ll hold on to me for dear life,” says God,
“I’ll get you out of any trouble.
I’ll give you the best of care
if you’ll only get to know and trust me.
Call me and I’ll answer, be at your side in bad times;
I’ll rescue you, then throw you a party.
I’ll give you a long life,
give you a long drink of salvation!”