I hope the three short experiences I am about to relate will inspire you as they did me. As you’ll see, the message they carry is powerful enough to bring even physical healing.
One morning on a busy street in Manhattan, New York City, I was moving furniture out of our apartment into a rented cargo van. I was struggling with a 5-drawer metal filing cabinet when a well-dressed man of Latino decent stopped, put down his briefcase, and helped me lift the file cabinet into the van. He gave me a smile, I thanked him, and he cheerily walked away.
The next day around 10 p.m. I was moving furniture out of the cargo van into our storage unit. I was holding a large wooden end table with an electrical cord that was stuck under something in the van. I yelled to my wife on the loading dock, but she had her hands full. Then out of the dimly-lit sidewalk appeared a clean-cut black man. He said, “Let me help,” crawled into the van, lifted something off the cord, then helped me carry the table to the loading dock. I said thank you, and he walked back to the sidewalk and was gone.