As a 79-year-old volunteer jail chaplain, I have some interesting experiences. This past Thursday, after my last jail visit, I stepped out of the main jail to head for a church luncheon. Reaching in my pocket for my keys, I found they weren't there. I searched every pocket and no keys.
Since the rain was pouring, I stayed on the jail porch and called my wife's cell. Before I could speak, she said, "You'll never believe this, but I have your keys. Tell me where to meet you."
After she parked beside the jail, we connected and she explained that when she came out of the shower and was leaving for the meeting, she spotted an envelope on the front porch. It showed only that it was from "the court." Inside she found my set of keys and no note.
With keys in hand, I found my car, which had an unsigned note on the windshield about my keys being found. We were only 15 minutes late to church. The words of an old gospel song came to mind: "Angels Watchin' Over Me, My Lord."
Thanks and praise to Jesus and to his "angels" for this amazing miracle.