I was sitting in a hotel lobby in Memphis a couple of weeks ago. I was anxiously awaiting for a meeting to start- thinking about what might transpire over the next hour. This meeting had the opportunity to be unpleasant.
I decided to try and relax. I prayed a lengthy prayer. I then took out my Bible and read through 2 Corinthians.
I later walked around the perimeter of the large lobby to think about how I would open the meeting. How I would convey bad news and a disappointing outcome.
I returned to my seat and decided to pray again.
Then I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder.
Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Philippians 2:4
Standing in front of me was a large man. He introduced himself as Big Hank.
“Are you ok?”
I told him that I was doing fine…just preoccupied.
He explained that he had been watching me for the past 30 minutes. Praying, meditating, reading and pacing. Big Hank said that he could tell that something was bothering me- and he felt compelled to come over and pray with me. I told him I would appreciate the prayer.
And pray he did. Big Hank said a short prayer for me- for my comfort, peace and future.
And as quick as he appeared, he turned and walked across the lobby- and outside to the busy sidewalk.
But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him? 1 John 3:17
Pray for me to have better awareness of the needs of others. Help me to identify pain and hurt- and have the courage to engage and provide comfort.
And let me know how to pray for you.
God bless you, Big Hank- wherever you are.
2 thoughts on “A visit from Big Hank”
Sounds like you were visited by an angel unaware. I had a similar experience at the gym a few years ago. As I was leaving the dressing room, I looked behind me and saw an older black lady dressed in purple on a walker…a rare sight indeed. I held the door for her as we both walked out together. I too had a lot on my mind that day. She looked me directly in the eye and told me “Don’t ever lose that beautiful smile” and then she said she had something she wanted to give me. She pulled a few pieces of crumpled paper from her basket on her walker. On the paper, she had hand written scriptures. She told me to keep them and then she was gone before I knew it…it was a surreal, peaceful moment. I still have those scriptures in my bible and they bring me great comfort. Thank you for sharing your angel story with me and I am so grateful there are men out there brave enough to be vulnerable and surrendered to God’s will. Have a great weekend my friend. Janet
“What a friend we have in Jesus” How many times do we need to be reminded of that.