My kidnapper

I thought I was being kidnapped. It wasn’t a rational thought, in fact, in hindsight it was absurd, but the feeling of fear was real. Turns out I was not being kidnapped. Quite the opposite, my Uber driver was my new friend. He shared his struggles with me, and I shared mine with him. When I got into his car I was scared to death, when I got out I was floating on the wings of grace. I felt a profound love for this man, my would-be kidnapper, and I was reassured in an instant that love is all and that the highest honor any of us is ever given is the opportunity to be helpful to another human being. He helped me, and I think I helped him. We are both richer for the encounter.

My kidnapper helped me heal.

The next day I wanted to go back. I wanted to find him, make him my life-long friend. But that’s now how these things work. Our encounter was the gift of that moment, now my job is to keep my eyes open for the next person God might want to help and love through me. And if I find myself in trouble, worried, anxious, and afraid again, I now know to keep my eyes open because chances are pretty good that God will put someone in my path to help me.  

Now a week or so out I think my kidnapper might have been an angel. What do you think?

HERE is the story of my kidnapper.