If
you are from the Pacific Northwest, the story I am about to spin, is all too
familiar.
There
are two kinds of people in the Pacific Northwest, those who have already hit a
deer with their car, and those who are about to hit a deer with their car. It's not a matter of "if" but more
a matter of "when".
Last
night, I was driving home on some pretty terrible roads, and I have no way of
arguing whether I was driving too fast or not, because only a lunatic would
attempt to drive on a treacherous night like that.
Anyway,
the the oncoming traffic was so heavy that I could only drive with my low
beams. And the snow was coming down so
hard the visibility was, maybe 10 yards.
And to top it off, my headlights were dirty from all the road grime
being flipped up on my truck.
I
came around a corner and standing on the fog line was a large doe, facing away
from me. Usually the easiest way to spot
a deer in the road, is the light reflecting off its eyes, but when they face
away from you, there are few decisions to make.
I
honestly saw the deer a quarter of a second before I drove past it. If I missed the deer by 6", I would be
shocked.
Michele
saw the deer at the same exact moment I did and I could hear her sharply inhale
as we safely sailed past.
For
a moment we just stared at each other and were unable to formulate any coherent
words. Finally, she muttered under her
breath, "Well done God".
Being
a pastor, I like to think I have some sort of super spiritual vision that
allows me to see God at work behind the scenes.
Some people commonly refer to this thinking as,
"delusional". But who isn't
without their quirks?
So
in my minds eye, I like to think I can see a guardian angel riding on the right
front fender of my truck, riding shotgun.
And since this is my vision, my guardian angel is wearing wranglers,
cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat, herding deer off the roadway so I can safely
pass.
Of
course, there is a glitch in my vision, I have led a sometimes, difficult and
dangerous life, so I suspect my guardian angels were "drafted" and
not "volunteers".
I
imagine the archangel Gabriel called for volunteers and announced, "I need one of you to ride herd on Shane
Moffitt today, he is off on another of his adventures".
There
is a murmur in the ranks and all the guardian angels stare at the ground and
kick the dirt, praying the archangel Gabriel doesn't notice them.
In
the back of the ranks, a voice calls out, "How many of us are on L&I disabilities from watching over that
guy?"
My
minds eye conjures up a vision of a room full of guardian angels with broken
wings, scuffed white robes, and serious road rash. All of which testifies to the price paid for
their diligence in the line of duty, protecting me.
So,
protecting me may not be an easy cushy assignment, but it is never dull, but it
holds the promise of coming out with some great war stores to share over
coffee with the other angels.
So,
to the guardian angels that have kept me
shiny
side up in 2012,
"Thanks guys -- Merry Christmas – see you
next year".
"For
He will command His angels concerning you
to
guard you in all your ways;
they
will lift you up in their hands,
so that
you will not strike your foot against a stone."
Psalm
91:10
"See
that you do not look down on one of these little ones.
For I
tell you that their angels in Heaven
always
see always see the face of my Father in Heaven."
Matthew
18:10