Here is my Angel Story. Believe it or not. There was such an air of wonder over the whole event that when I share it I am still stunned.

I once went on a prison ministry several years ago. I initially got routed to a section of several Muslims who just wanted to debate, which at another time and place would be fine but not under the time and space constraints of this limited access opportunity. We were both talking past each other and not to each other. Regardless, it was going nowhere fast.

Then, unexpectedly, a man came over and intervened who I assumed was with the prison ministry but who I had not seen previously. He came over and told me that I needed to go to another area of the prison. I was relieved. He then walked me down numerous corridors PAST numerous “armed to the teeth” guards and into the maximum security section.

When I entered the room where this group was, an inmate came over as though he was expecting me and led to me a sleeping giant of a man whom he said needed the gospel. He lifted up the end of the man’s bed about three inches and slammed it down intentionally waking this huge man up. He awoke startled and mad, glaring at me. He eventually calmed down. He started talking to me. I then shared the Gospel and he received the Lord in tears. I then ministered to several others, but this giant was whom I was sent to. His heart was so primed and receptive.

Suddenly, the guards came in and rushed over to me demanding to know how I got in there. I said I walked right past you with the man from the prison ministry. They accused me of lying and wanted to know who led me there because nobody had the authority to take me to this maximum security wing. I then thought back to the man who had originally led me there. I could remember that he had a baseball cap on and was wearing a lumberjack type of shirt, but I couldn’t remember thing ONE about his face, EVEN though I had looked right at him when he diverted me from the conversation with the Muslims. It was like my memory was somehow supernaturally clouded about his face. Now, they really thought I was crazy when I couldn’t effectively describe the man.

I was the taken to an office with the warden and the head of the prison ministry. They both said there was no man anywhere around the prison ministry with a cap or shirt as I described, much less anybody who had the authority to lead me where I ended up.They ultimately let me go but were angrily astonished I was able to walk right past maximum security guards with nobody stopping me.

On the way home, I checked both ministry buses looking for the mysterious man, but, needless to say, he was nowhere to be seen. I truly believe this was an angel. God wanted that sleeping giant awakened to righteousness THAT day! And he was.