Deep dimples and a wide grin met me outside a classroom door before the first school bell rang. I looked down at the normally not-so-angelic, but rather endearing face of one of my rascally middle school boys, one of the ones who often informs me that he might be unfocused in class because he forgot to take his meds. “Really?” I think to myself sarcastically. “That would be different from normal, how?”
But this morning, his face was lit up, and I could have easily said that Heaven was reflected in his gaze.
“These are for you, Mrs. Hasz,” he said, offering up an armful of gifts.
Perusing his offerings, I was overwhelmed. Two boxes of tea, cough drops, and a very hot thermos of water was clutched in his hands.
“I didn’t know what kind of tea you like, but I got you a sampler,” he explained.
I have had a persistent cough for over two weeks now – one of those kinds that gets particularly irritated by teaching. Somehow, this student had noticed and cared. He demonstrated humbling love. I was in awe.
Filling the canteen with a “Breathe Easy” herbal blend, I sipped his gift. Amazed. Wondering. Reminded that we never know when we might be entertaining angels or when they might be entertaining us.
Psalm 23:5 “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.”
Psalm 46:10 “Be still, and know that I am God.”