I was preaching a series of meetings in Beaumont many years ago. I preached a sermon about "Angels" one night, and went from Genesis to Revelation to demonstrate the ministry of angels to believers.

At the end of the service, a young man named Dennis came to talk with me.

"I want to tell you a story, and you tell me if you think it was an angel," he said.

I listened to Dennis tell me about an accident he was in two years previously. As he was driving down the service road along the freeway, doing about 50 MPH, an 18-wheeler pulled out from a side street and totally cut him off. Dennis had nowhere to go but directly into the 18-wheeler. He aimed the car between the wheels under the 50-foot trailer. As his car went underneath the trailer, it ripped the top of the car completely off. As it did, it hit Dennis in the head, and tore a dreadful gash in his forehead.

As his car came to a stop, Dennis felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. Before he did, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a very large man, bright and shining, sitting in the front seat beside him. Dennis turned to look at him, and the man said, "Don't worry, Dennis. We will go for help." The man then leaned toward him, lifted him up out of the car, and carried him across the freeway into the lobby of a large restaurant. He stood Dennis beside a telephone and helped him dial an emergency number. As the phone began to ring, Dennis turned to say, "Thank You" to the large man, and he had disappeared.

"Do you believe that was an angel?" Dennis asked me.

"Absolutely! Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?" (Hebrews 1:14).

God has armies and agents of any and every kind to dispatch to your emergency, your problem, your need.

I could write another book on that subject alone. Maybe I will.

In 1997, right after Dixie's first cancer surgery, she was recuperating from so much treatment, and wanted to get out of the house for a few hours. We were both ragged from stress and exhaustion, and were under a great deal of financial difficulty at the time.

Nevertheless, we decided to spend a few hours having lunch at a nice cafe, and then browsing a few shops in a shopping village nearby.

We chose to browse around a quaint little Collectibles store. For years, I collected model lighthouses, and they carried the kind I liked. So we were just walking around doing some window shopping. We were totally broke and had no intention of buying anything.

I picked up an interesting looking porcelain figurine that was sitting on display. When I did, it slipped right out of my hand and crashed to the floor. I panicked. I couldn't believe I had done such a foolish thing.

I had no idea what the figurine was worth, but I picked it up and headed to the check-out counter. I showed the lady what I had done, and told her that I would gladly pay for it, whatever it cost. She didn't know what it cost, so she had to look in her price-book to find out.

It wasn't in her price-book. It was a limited edition porcelain that had been retired. If you know collectibles, then you know "retired" means "valuable." I winced.

She had to call the owner of the store to find out what that figurine was worth. Dixie was standing beside me, and we were both stressing profusely, because we both knew this was going to cost an arm and a leg.

"Six hundred dollars."

"What!? Are you sure??"

"Six hundred dollars."

I panicked. I didn't have six-hundred dollars to my name. I stood there, and under my breath, I said, "Dear Jesus, help me."

INSTANTLY, a woman in the middle of the store walked up behind us and pulled her wallet out of her purse. She looked at the clerk behind the counter and said, "I want to pay for that." She shoved a VISA card across the counter.

I looked at her incredulously. I looked at Dixie. She looked at me. I looked back at her and said, "Lady, I don't understand. What are you doing? Why are you paying for this? Do you know that they want six-hundred dollars for this thing?"

"Yes, I know. I just want to do it." I didn't know what to say. I stood there as she signed the charge ticket and handed the broken figurine to me. I looked at her and said, "No, if you pay for it, it's yours," and I handed it to her.

Then I told her how that Dixie had just been through cancer surgery and had been very, very sick and this was our first outing since her surgery.

The lady just smiled and said, "Well, all I know is that I wanted to pay for this for you."

We shook her hand, and walked out of the store.

I don't know if that woman was actually an angel, or if angels carry VISA cards, but I do know that the Bible says, "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares," (Hebrews 13:2).

If you walk with God, and trust your life to Him, and call on Him faithfully in prayer, you just can't do better than that.

He is going to take care of you.