tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066766593384578697.post3318665260499834362..comments2010-06-21T22:05:17.681-07:00Lazarusnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066766593384578697.post-91796367909096215802010-06-21T22:05:17.676-07:002010-06-21T22:05:17.676-07:00Awesome. I believe I was helped by 4 angels once when I had a truckload of materials heading up to St. Paisius' women's monastery and got a flat tire. Out of nowhere this car with 4 young men dressed in black pulled up, they got out, changed my tire and got back in their car and left. No conversation, just a smile and "God bless you...bye." My son told me he handed an old woman some change once, kind of like what you are describing. She looked at him and held her hand like an Orthodox priest does, made a sign of the Cross at him and said, God bless you. Yeah, you never know. It is our family tradition whenever we have people to our house for the first time for supper, before we pray we explain the icon of Rublev's Trinity "The Hospitality of Abraham" and tell them that they are our angels for the evening.s-phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784922747041297noreply@blogger.com