Reading a blog today on spiritual experiences web site reminded me of my meeting a black angel some 40 or more years ago. I was aged about 27 and working in Lloyd's Insurance in the city of London. I was a very new Christian. I was working closely together with a Protestant Baptist Missionary Movement called the Navigators. The high light of the working day was the lunch hour. It was during a lunch hour maybe a year before that I had attended an evangelistic service at St Helen's Bishops gate and listened to the Rev Dick Lucas giving his famous Tuesday lunch hour sermons served with sandwiches and coffee.
This particular day I had no lunchtime engagements and so I crossed the road into a deserted but rather beautiful old church called St Charles the Martyr. I am not sure what my problem was but that day I was upset about something and sat in a side Chapel sobbing into my clasped hands covering my face. These London Churches are very deserted as England has lost most of its spiritual fervor and the only live place was St Helen's and then only on a Tuesday.
However it was peaceful and although a Protestant church from the C of E the Church of England, it was High Anglican and thus quite like a Catholic Church with lots of interesting ornaments and relics from the time of King Charles. He was the guy that walked and talked half an hour after his head was chopped off. This sounds when the accentuation is placed in the wrong place that he was chatting away after his head was chopped off. You have to substitute the word "later" for "after" and then it makes better sense.
Any way there I was alone in this beautiful old church crying away before the Lord and then this black building labourer walked in and passed down the centre of the church and stood in front of the altar and looked up at the intricate and ornate pictures and was obviously just drinking in their beauty.
As the Church was empty apart from him and me I was looking in his direction and rather embarrassed that there were tears in my eyes. As I was looking at him sideways on, he suddenly turned his head and looked me directly in the eyes. Wow! His eyes were something else. They had a sparkle and seemed to emit some kind of energy. He walked towards me and put his arm around me and I felt like God was touching me. Then he took out a very worn and thumbed through small pocket Gideons New Testament. He opened it towards the end, at Peter's 1st letter Chapter 5 verse 7. It was heavily underscored in black ball point ink. "Casting all your care upon Him because He cares for you."
Those were the exact words that I needed and he closed the book with a smile and I closed my eyes and said something like "Thank you Jesus." I do not think that my eyes were closed for more than a few seconds. I heard no footsteps but when I opened my eyes this guy was not there any more.
I quickly thought that a person like this was worth knowing so I literally jumped up and ran towards the entrance which was at least 40 meters away out onto the busy street. Not a sign of him. I realized he could not have disappeared as fast as that so I figured he must be somewhere in the church. There were quite a few adjoining rooms and enclaves. I searched them all, but alas, he was lost to me.
I would love to hear from you what you make of this and if you have had similar experiences. Be my guest and comment for or against. Peace!