Angels in the underground

Angels in the underground a true account.
The train from Dresden in eastern Germany to Munich moved laboriously along ill-maintained tracks. The year was 1992 and I had flown to Germany to be at the side of a friend of mine that was getting married. After the wedding, I then took the opportunity to travel around Europe. The journey in itself was a trip of faith and personal growth.

Six years earlier, when I was sixteen I lost my father to cancer. His death shattered my confidence and I lived with my stepmother on an isolated sheep farm, deep in the King Country, New Zealand. In those years my faith grew, through small steps slowly my heart and spirit were mended. I meditated on my past as I sat on the train as it rocked slowly on the tracks. The shadows lengthened as the sunset; I stopped the conductor. “Excuse me,” I asked, “What time will we be arriving in Munich?” “Half-past nine.” He then continued on his way, I hadn’t organized a place to stay, and in all of my travels, I had always pre-arranged a place to stay or arrived early enough to find a youth hostel. But I hadn’t counted on the journey taking so long. I was annoyed with myself for not being more organized and not finding where the Youth Hostels were located in Munich.

As I sat in my cabin I spoke to Source; “I know it’s silly of me, but what am I going to do when I arrive in Munich?” the answer came in a scripture, Proverbs chapter 3 verse 5-6 says. ‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart, don’t lean on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge him, and he’ll make your paths straight.’ I smiled and looked out the window into the fading light, well, I thought, there’s no point getting upset. And I stretched back and slept for the rest of the way.

The main station in Munich is huge, there are thirty-six bays for trains to load and unload their human cargo. The train came to a halt and I slung my backpack over my shoulders and disembarked at number twenty-eight, “Well” I whispered, “What am I looking for?” No answer forthcoming, I continued on into the station, “Ah the information stand, I’ll head there.” I got there and it was shut, there was no information about youth hostels. I looked around at the quickly diminishing crowd, there had to be another traveller like me, surely! But I saw nobody that would fit that description. Soon I was standing on my own, the crowds departed and the hall was empty, “Nothing to lose except head out onto the street,”

I muttered as I walked along, I was clinging to my faith. At the street entrance, a lane of escalators rolled up and down into the subway, I walked up to the maps and diagrams, I vainly hoped that there would be some information that I could use, there was nothing. In despair I headed for the door, it was dark and rain was starting to fall. Okay, I thought, this is all about testing my faith, taking a step, and seeing where it leads. I should have known that the Lord doesn’t always lay everything out on a platter! I ventured towards the rain, my spirits sagging in the face of the dark and wet.

“Excuse me.” A voice called out in English from behind me, I turned and two comely young ladies stood smiling at me, they seemed to have appeared from nowhere. They were dressed casually, both seemed to have an aura of peace surrounding them. “Yes,” I answered. “Would you like these subway tickets?” One of the girls held out her hand and proffered the tickets in my direction. “I have little use for them,” I said, “Where are you heading?” she replied, smiling at me, a serenity radiating from her. “I was hoping to find a Youth Hostel. Do you know how to get to one?” once again a warm smile swept her face. “That’s easy, you go down to the subway, board the train that heads to ‘Rot-Kreuz Platz’ (Red Cross Place) hop off there, go up the elevator and across the street, you will find what you are looking for.”

“Thank you so much,” I spoke, my spirits soaring as I took the tickets from her warm hand. “You are welcome” and with that, the pair turned to leave. “Hey,” I called after them, “Do you believe in Angels?” they nodded and grinned, turned, and disappeared into the train station. From there I floated down the escalators climbed onto the train and within ten minutes I was at the door of the hostel. My faith was strengthened; little did I know that I would need that moment to get me through the trials that would later head my way. But that’s a different story! Hebrews 13:2 NIV Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.

And you can read how I was accused of being the DEVIL just hours before

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