HE SENDS US UNLIKELY ANGELS
“When I was offered a job as director for a nonprofit helping troubled youth, I was thrilled. But it meant relocating to New York City from my small town in Michigan. It was my heart’s work, yet the decision tore me apart. I had friends here. I was comfortable. This was all I knew. I wasn’t sure if New York City was the right move. So each morning, I got on my knees and begged God to tell me where He wanted me to be, but He remained inconveniently silent.
“During my lunch break, I stopped in a café where a raggedhaired homeless man sat in a booth eating a bowl of soup. He had a backpack and a Bible, along with a very piercing stare. Feeling uncomfortable, I ordered my sandwich to go and then hurried toward the door, but he held up his hand and told me to wait. I felt my frustration rise. I was in no mood to talk or be hit up for money. Who knows what he’d use it for anyway, I thought cynically. Just as I was about to give him some excuse, he reached into his pack and withdrew a large bright red apple.
“‘God told me this is where you belong,’ he said with a wink. A piece of fruit? I thought angrily. What does this guy know about where I belong? How was a big apple supposed to…The
Big Apple. New York City. I suddenly felt weak in my knees.
“‘Good luck on your new adventures,’ the man added as he stood and slung his backpack onto his shoulder. ‘Remember, we’re never really lost…the Holy Spirit is always here to guide us.’
“He walked away and left me standing in the middle of the café with the apple in my hands. As I looked at the fruit, my heart soared knowing I got the answer of where my life should go. And I realized that I should always keep my heart open—because anyone could be God’s messenger.”
—Sammie Rossi, 36, New York City