Written by 윤행아
I have two brothers and three sisters. I am the youngest of all the four daughters. The third oldest sister and I have been closest among all since we were very young. After she got married, her husband, my brother-in-law, became the closest to me. The winter of 2002, which was six years ago, was a time of great sorrow to all of our family, because my brother-in-law, whom we loved much, passed away in the fall. He was just sixty years old. We all sent him away with all our hearts. Right after the funeral in Korea, my husband and I returned home to Memphis. And about two months later, my bereft sister and her daughter, Mikyung, joined us in Memphis.
Soon we left for Florida by car. At the night we arrived at Orlando, Mikyung, my niece, begged my husband to go out to see a starry night of Florida. Since I told her a story that I saw uncountable stars falling down on my head on unnamed seashore, Mikyung had been asking me to go out to see the falling stars. She was a 28- years old girl, and a niece, whom my husband loved. Until that age she used to sleep between my husband and me in the same bed. Now she is a mother of two children. We, the four, drove out towards a place where there is less light, so that we could see stars more clearly. At the moment we arrived at a dark field about 100 yard away from the road, the engine suddenly died. My husband tried to start the car again but in vain. An emergency occurred in darkness. We did not have any light at all. We came out there to enjoy stars, but could not enjoy the starry night. It was around 10:30 at night. A nearest telephone booth was 15 minutes walk away from us. Leaving our car in the dark field, we began to walk on unpaved road in darkness on the eve of Christmas. We wore a kind of home-wares. It was a totally unexpected scene until early evening when we got there in Orlando. It, wever, was a strange experience for us, because we began to feel peace. We rather seemed to be enjoying this situation. We walked singing songs we used to sing when we were kids. But, the situation was not that easy. First thing was to tow the car. In addition to that, if the car can’t be fixed quickly, we needed to rent a car. Anyway, we arrived at a gas station and my husband called a towing service company. While we were waiting for a towing car, we circled hand in hand and prayed that God give a good solution. Although my sister was not yet a Christian, the emergency pushed her to join us in prayer. She seemed to taste a different world.
Our God immediately sent his angels to us. A certain man, who came to fill gas, asked us what’s problem. After hearing what my husband explained, he suggested to go there to the car to see if he can fix it. He thought it’s a battery problem. He tried to jump the battery. But it did not work. We came back to the same gas station. Another angel approached us and said, “I know about cars. Let’s go there.” While we were talking with this angel, the towing car arrived at the gas station. We wanted to show the car to the second angel before the car was towed away. So my husband explained to the towing car driver what we wanted about the car first. Then the driver accepted his suggestion with smile. So we, four people, squeezed into the front seat of the truck of the second angel. The towing car followed us. As soon as we got to our car, the second angel opened the bonnet and tried a couple of things. A few minutes later, he told my husband to crank up the engine. Wow! The car began to make noise, and shed lights into darkness. That engine noise sounded like a chorus of angels. We were jumping and clapping, and yelling with joy. How wonderful our God is! My husband asked the two towing car drivers, “Thank you so much, how much do I owe you?” They said, “Nothing.” My husband insisted to pay some. They, however, were concerned about us that the engine of my car may die again. They suggested that they escorted us to the hotel. And they did. They are indeed another angel sent by God. We wanted to show thanks to the second angel by giving some money. In the mean time my niece already gave him a hug. My husband tried to give him some money as a token of thanks. But the second angel definitley and loudly said, “No!” All four cried out, “This is an expression of our thanks. Please accept this.” Then he slowly lifted up his index finger of his right hand into sky, and said, “Since God will reward me, I should not receive any reward from you.” We asked him, “Are you a Christian?” He said, “yes I am.” We said, “we are too. Nice to meet you.” We asked, “What is your name? What do you do for your living?” He answered, “My name is Quiency, I work for the Church.” We tried one more time to give him some money. Quiency responded, “No, I’d like to receive rewards from God.” He again lifted up his index finger, and pointed up to the sky. We looked up the sky which he was point up to. Multitudes of stars were falling down on us. It was a beautiful starry night. Quiency, we will not forget you. Quiency was a tall, big, and silent black man, who was in his early fifty’s. We came back to the hotel safely by our car. My sister said, “It was from God that we received the best Christmas gift in the world.” This word from my sister’s lips was the best Christmas gift for all of us.
