Driving through the canyon at night could be a little spooky! There were few lights where the freeway wound around the hills.
When I was a teen, it seemed to take forever to get through that area and into the valley beyond. Maybe it was because there wasn’t much to see. A harvest moon nearly kissed the hills and made them glow in the fall, but otherwise I remember the canyon ride for its darkness.
One bright spot in the trip held as much anticipation as it did mystery. Set way back off to the side of the freeway, up a hilly drive, was an ethereal sight that we dubbed, “The Angel.”
Its welcome glow cast a supernatural aura of excitement and peacefulness over me, all at the same time. With eagerness, I always looked for it and gazed as long as I could before it was out of sight. Even as I became old enough to drive, year in and year out, it never failed me.
My thoughts were always turned heavenward and to God’s power; to His love, mercy and greatness – even after a brief glimpse.
Actually, it was hard to make out what kind of figure it was. By day, the structure and its contents were not well visible, but blended into the hillside.
Years later, a news article caught my eye. It was about MY angel!
The owner of the property said that many people were under the impression that it was an angel, or the Virgin Mary. In his words, it was a huge “icon,” a statue that he found on one of his trips.
POP! My wonderful bubble burst. I found myself a bit irritated with that guy! As crazy as it sounds, I wish he would have kept the information to himself.
I had not been superstitious, nor did I think the angel actually had any miraculous power. I just liked seeing its shimmering light in the darkness. It reminded me of the angel who stood guard at Jesus’ tomb.
What captivated me then? It was HOPE! It still captivates . . .
The supernatural. The miraculous. The Divine. Angels represented all that. They were everywhere in the Bible. They brought news, instructions, encouragement, and hope.
Why do I say HOPE? I say hopebecause, “Fear not…” were usually the first words spoken by these angel messengers.
(Otherwise their awesome presence would cause most people to faint.)
Matt 28:5-6 And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for He is risen, as He said. Come see the place where the Lord lay.
Jesus’ miraculous birth, His sacrifice and His resurrection were part of The Divine Plan of Father God, predicted by prophets and announced by angels.
History has it that stained glass, mosaics, carvings and other art which decorated churches and cathedrals, were intended to inspire the worshipper. In other places, the art depicted Bible stories for those who could not read.
My Angel-of-the-canyon inspired ME!
The statue is long gone, but the memory is not. I did not lose the wonder and I didn’t lose my HOPE.
He is Risen! That’s what the angel said!