He smelled like my grandfather.
My grandfather didn’t believe bathing was conducive to a strong constitution…so he didn’t bathe unless he absolutely had to.
He lacked teeth and every word he spoke was accompanied with a spew of spittle and my displays and my sweater had pieces of the hot dog he had just consumed showered upon them.
He had no sense of personal space as he kept leaning over the counter to get closer to me with his stink and spit.
My sense of personal space extends from the end of my nose outward about a quarter mile unless I’m very fond of you.
I was not very fond of this fellow at all, in fact, I was despising him more by the second.
I completed the sale as politely as I could muster and my position demands, then set about disinfecting myself and my store.
In my late night prayer time I was still irritated by this fellow and I was mulling over the indignities of my job when a familiar verse came to mind.
“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
(Hebrews 13:2 ESV)
I laughed and informed the Lord that unless heaven had adopted the hygiene standards of rural West Virginia circa 1920, we were talking about different creatures.
The Lord did not share my mirth and informed me that the point of the verse is that we are to assume that everyone who crosses our path was sent by Him and treat them accordingly.
I reminded the Lord how early I have to get up and go to work and how I needed to get some sleep…
God may send “angels” into your life that;
generally cause you great personal discomfort.
Some of them come and go.
Some stay for a while.
All are from Him…and He has certain expectations of you…and me.
Make your own application.