Last night, my family experienced a “visitation”.

Angels. In Bluejeans.

Several of Jordan’s friends came by our house bearing a metric-ton of love (and our favorite Starbucks warm beverages.)

These are many of the same friends who had become like family. They don’t need to knock. They know alarm codes. You know…

These are many of the same friends who sat in our living room less than a week after Jordan died as we all grieved together.

Sure, we grieved some last night (“weeping may last for the night.”) But, this gathering was very different (“but joy comes in the morning.”) We laughed! We focused not on the pain, but on hope; not on death, but on life; not on the temporal, but on the eternal. In short, we focused on Jesus Christ.

Isn’t that what angels are biblically supposed to help us do?

Last night, my family experienced a “visitation”.

Angels. In Bluejeans.

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