Click! I buckled my son, Gregory, into his car seat and hopped into the driver’s side. Gregory had a pediatrician appointment, and I was running behind schedule. I glanced at the dashboard clock. Please don’t let us be late.
I followed the speed limit, going not a mile over or under, and headed for the highway.
Since the Eagle Ford shale oil boom, the roads near my west Texas town were busy. Highway 277 used to be wide-open for miles. Now it was packed with 18-wheelers. It got a little crowded on that tiny, two-lane Texas highway. I said a prayer every time I got on it. Just in case.
As I came up on the ramp, I pressed on the brake to yield for a van. Lord, look after us. I pulled out behind it. Come on, buddy. He was doing 50. The speed limit was 70.
The oncoming lane was clear of traffic, and my foot itched to hit the accelerator so I could pass this pokey driver, but the sight of my son in the backseat reminded me why I said all those highway prayers. I had to do my part to keep us safe as well.
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When the van slowed down to a crawl, I craned my head to look around it—only to see another slowpoke in front of him. Ugh! Soon, traffic halted completely. While I waited to get moving, I glanced at the oncoming lane.
A car was stopped there too—a sedan. Stopped for no reason I could see. A second car eased to a gentle stop behind the sedan. He had plenty of room to leave a safe distance between them. Maybe the sedan was stalled, and the other was coming to the rescue?
The road ahead curved into a small hill, and with all the traffic in my own lane, I couldn’t see a thing. I was stuck until the situation cleared up.
I glanced at the clock, wondering how late we were going to be. With my eyes off the road, I sensed something shining outside. I leaned into the steering wheel and looked up.
Overhead, behind the two stopped cars in the other lane, was a tiny pinprick of light. I squinted, and before my eyes it burst into a being composed of pure, white light. He towered above the highway, and glowed with such intensity that I could not make out his face, only his strong shoulders and windblown hair.
In one lightning-fast movement, he threw out his arms and unfurled his great wings over the entirety of the road, radiant as a blinding sun. The car behind the sedan in the other lane was gently nudged forward about a foot, suddenly repositioned nearer to the other car.
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Before I could process what I was seeing, I heard screaming brakes. A truck was coming up fast behind that pair of unmoving cars. He’s going to hit them! There was no time for the massive truck to stop.
Just as the 18-wheeler passed beneath the glowing wings, the being vanished, snapping out of sight. The truck driver swerved off the road to avoid the cars. I held my breath as I watched it miss them by barely a foot.
No one was hurt, and traffic returned to normal. I looked back to the sky, and replayed the vision over in my mind, imaging the terrible collision that could have occurred, how my son and I could have easily been caught in the wreckage. If not for the guardian of Highway 277.
We arrived late, with apologies, to the pediatrician, but we arrived safely, with all my just-in-case highway prayers answered.
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