Casper, the beautiful blue-eyed cat

I can’t say I’ve encountered an actual angel, but . . .

He was a stray that found himself at my house–brave enough to come on my porch, but not brave enough to let me touch him.

I fed him.

I named him Casper, because the first time I saw him was at dusk, and I thought he looked like a ghost running across the yard. My son gave him another name, Tyberias, because he thought he deserved such a name.

The cat discovered that if he passed a motion sensor in my yard, one of us would look out the window and see that he was there and feed him. He’d ring the bell multiple times to get our attention.

In Hebrews 13 verse 2, we’re told–

13 Let brotherly love continue. 2 Don’t neglect to show hospitality, for by doing this some have welcomed angels as guests without knowing it.

히브리서 13:1-2 Korean Living Bible

교훈과 인사

13 여러분은 서로 형제처럼 꾸준히 사랑하고

2 나그네를 대접하는 일을 잊지 마십시오. 어떤 사람들은 나그네를 대접하다가 자기도 모르는 사이에 천사를 대접하였습니다.

Did I entertain an angel?

No. Probably not.

Eventually, Casper stopped showing up. This week we got confirmation that he died. I wish we could have protected him.

I had a experience that did make me question whether an angel protected me.

As I was walking in the parking lot of my work office building(pre-pandemic) to my car for my trek home, a guy in a white car pulled up beside me and said, “We seem to see each other every day.” I smiled and kept going. I thought it was odd, because I don’t remember seeing him before that day.

Anyway, fast forward to a week or so later, and again I was walking to my car and had almost gotten to it and saw that the white car circled around the parking lot like it was headed back in my direction. I was a little nervous and then looked directly behind me and saw a teenage boy coming my way. There was nothing in that direction except my car. When the boy saw the white car he stopped and stood there. I got in my car and drove away.

I feel that boy had bad intentions, and the guy in the white car saw what was about to happen and circled back to make sure I was safe. I’m convinced of it.

I never saw that guy in the white car again. Not long after that, my office moved because of the recent increase in unsavory incidences in that location, so I was never able to thank him.

He may not have been an actual angel, but I’d like to think so.

Post Script: Now we have an opossum ringing the motion sensor bell. I feed him, too. My son named him Gustav. I think it should be Olaf. Olaf the Opossum has a nice sound to it. I’ll try to get a picture.