Share this story

Something Miraculous Happened in Denmark

I was lower than I’d ever been in my life, and contemplating the unthinkable. Suddenly, there was a knock at the hotel room door.

A true Mysterious Ways from The Promise of Hope

The wet breeze from the hotel window where I was staying on a business trip in Copenhagen, Denmark, felt good. I’d opened that window for a reason, and I knew what it was. After two years of sobriety, I was in the middle of a terrible relapse.

Death, I reasoned, would be the ultimate hard stop. It would end all remorse, all regrets, all guilt, all feelings. It would just be over and whatever I left behind would be for the living to deal with. Not me. And whatever the consequences, they certainly seemed preferable to my continued existence.

I walked unsteadily to the window, threw one leg over, and straddled the sill, leaning back against the jamb, a drink balanced on my stomach to sip from.  My right leg dangled heavily over the void.  I could just stay here, I thought groggily, and let gravity make the decision.

I don’t know how long I remained in that state of sublime equilibrium between life and death. All I know is I was rudely aroused by an insistent knocking on my door.

“Are you in there?” a man’s voice demanded.

I lurched over to the door and opened it a crack, keeping the chain on, and peered out. “Yes?” I said. “Is there a problem?”

“You tell us,” the man said as he and his partner both pulled out identical leather holders containing extremely serious-looking badges.

Community Newsletter

Get More Inspiration Delivered to Your Inbox

“Interpol,” the partner said, and then repeated herself deliberately. “We are from In-ter-pol.”

“Can I help you in some way?” I said, trying not to slur.

“We’re just checking to see if you are alive,” said the man finally.

“Apparently I still am,” I said, and tried to smile.  “Thank you.”

Some time later, after finding my way back to sobriety by the grace of God, I would discover that no one—not my family, my employer, the hotel staff or my friends—called Interpol.  No one even knew I was in that hotel. Interpol itself had no record of two agents visiting that hotel.

To this day I cannot tell you how those two agents—whoever they were—came to knock on my door at the exact moment they did. But their timing couldn’t have been better.

Share this story

Walking in Grace 2023 Devotional

We wanted to let you know that we have changed the name of Daily Guideposts to Walking in Grace —(Don’t worry — we promise it is the ONLY change we’ve made!)

Walking in Grace 2023 is the perfect way to start or end each day, focusing on God’s love, and connecting you to a community of writers and readers. Each daily devotion will bless you with a short Scripture verse that draws you into His word, a true moving story about the joys and challenges of living a life of faith, hope, and optimism, a short personal prayer that helps you put the day’s message to work in your own life, and a unique “Digging Deeper” Scripture for further reflection.

In just a few minutes a day, Walking in Grace 2023 will help you find the spiritual richness you long for in your life.

Community Newsletter

Get More Inspiration Delivered to Your Inbox

Donate to change a life together
Scroll to Top