I read once of a man,
Who visited someone he didn’t know.
It was in another place,
Somewhere we may never go.
The man was kind,
And talked with those inside.
But they seemed a little odd.
Did they have something to hide?
Then they brought him two chairs,
One for him, one for the Angel of God.
That’s why they seemed so strange.
Only one had knocked,
Now there were two,
” I brought two chairs, being hospitable.
One for your friend and one for you. ”
And his expression began to change.
” Oh, I guess this is what God wanted you to see.
It must be an angel, because there’s only me. ”
The people were overwhelmed,
Their amazement understated.
The angel sat upon the chair,
And the he faded.
So from then on the people of the village,
Would leave out a special chair.
Just in case, when someone came,
A guardian angel was also there.
So be kind to strangers, say a prayer.
Be sure to pick out an angel chair.
You may be entertaining guests,
And also angels, unaware.
This poem is based on a tradition that people leave out a chair for angels. It is also a good idea to have a place at your table for Jesus. And I had a big chair to read and study in, I called it God’s chair. There were days I was sure He was sitting there, I felt like a child sitting in His lap. We all need a prayer chair.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13:2