This verse is so true!
What a joy to be reminded of this Truth today while spending time reading God’s Word together with my husband.
I remember the days when we lived in Jackson Hole, WY. Shortly after we moved to Wyoming from Pennsylvania, we found an awesome church to attend and became members of.
One service a man walked in our church, befriended our family and others and just became a part of the family of God — part of my family. He too, had “moved to town”.
Every Sunday as a child, I couldn’t wait to see Mr. Walt Saint! He became my spiritual leader, my adopted grandfather figure. He had white flowing hair and a beard to match. He was not excessively wordy yet when he spoke it came forth with a gentle powerfulness of Truth and it gripped my soul. He was extremely kindhearted, soft spoken, faithful, drove a cute little old car and every Sunday gave me a piece of pink gum.
Now as a kid, with very long hair, gum wasn’t something my parents bought us. Gum in long hair is no fun, but I was allowed to have my weekly Sunday piece from Mr. Saint.
I have no idea where he lived, what he did or even where he came from…but this I knew he loved me and cared deeply for my soul.
With the gum came God’s words…but never spoken like anyone else I had ever heard before. He spoke with such reality, power yet with gentleness, and had a depth of desire for my soul that blew me away, like he could see my soul…and tilted it while he planted God-seeds.
- He made me want Christ more.
- He made me see Christ more.
- He made me desire Christ more.
- I am eternally thankful for his godlike influence on my young heart.
When we moved back to Pennsylvania, which was a hard decision, leaving Mr. Saint was extremely hard for me. I didn’t want the influence to stop…I needed that influence, I wanted more. I loved that piece of weekly gum and our chat while I received it. I needed to keep growing…but he told me this, “It is time for you to go. You must obey, honor and love your parents. It will be okay, we will see each other again, someday.” He gave me another piece of gum, hugged me, never said “goodbye” and smiled from ear to ear. Tears were in his eyes, as well as mine, and that was the last day I saw my Mr. Saint.
Months later, we found out that Mr. Saint was gone. No one heard from him, no one had seen him, he was just simply, gone.
Whatever day Mr. Saint “left” Jackson Hole, it might have been physically but to those who were impacted by him…he never left us. I don’t know how many more people had the privilege of knowing Mr. Saint like I did, but after all these years I can hear his soft voice, see his face and clothes, feel the heat when the car door opened to get a piece of gum, I can see that bushy beard and soft flowing hair in the wind. I can taste that pink gum and feel the power of the Word spoken to me with love unguarded.
- Was Mr. Walt Saint an angel?
- To me, he was. He is.
- Could I be wrong, maybe…
Years have passed seen those days, I have long to see him again, ask him were he went and why…but then again, sometimes things are just to wonderful that we just need to stay planted in the basking of what God has done or given.
So, that’s where I leave my Mr. Saint.
…that’s my angel story.
In Christ I am SHE {Saved. Hopeful. Empowered.}
In Christ I am SHE 